Dutifully, Aaron dons the oven mitts he was handed and retrieves the breadsticks from the oven, placing them in a small basket before joining Eric and Beverly at the table.

"You know, just between us? I've never met anyone with an ego who wasn't." He took his seat across from Eric at the table. "And I like it better, too. If I want a bolognese, I'll go to a restaurant." He shakes his head. Richard really thinks a lot of himself, doesn't he?

"So, pretending the last few weeks didn't happen, what have you been up to, Beverly?"