"Where are my manners? You got me so excited talking about cooking I forgot them." He offers her his hand, "Max Maximum. But, really, just call me Max. Or Chef Max if you want." He caught that bit about being out of her league. He's not sure he agrees but for once in his life he holds off on flirting because that's not very professional during job interviews.

"I think my answer is really going to blow your mind. Follow me, I'll show you." He lifts the counter divider and beckons her around to his side, to follow him through the back door to the kitchen.

Inside, he takes her to the larder. He's waiting to see how far her chin drops when she discovers that it's full of hanging roasted meat that is all still steaming like it came fresh off the grill. None of it is being refrigerated. They're all hanging from the rafters with nothing but dust cloths over them.