Not even the twin demons of sarcasm and depression can keep the pride out of the new arrival's voice: "Workin' food, mainly, I'm used to feedin' fighters and troubled kids. Do a lot of pasta dishes 'cause they scale, I've still got the family borscht rattling around in my head, melts an' paninis an' the like. But if you want a flagship? I make the only good pasties south of Wisconsin an' my man, you can take that to the bank."
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