Like being on a date with a nervous animal, Carmy watching him eat like he wishes he was the steak. Intense little weirdo.

The question has him crack his jaw, because — he knows what he wants to do, but he doesn't know how to say it to Richie, who is a test run for telling Sug. "I've drawn some ideas up," he says, looking at his hands. "A welcome broth over grapes. The steak, we gotta have beef." For obvious reasons. "Still working on pasta. And uh. Fish seven ways? Like, little tastes, mussel, sashimi, some grilled branzino." Like those awful Christmas dinners with Donna. He looks up at Richie, chest tight. "You wanna see?"

He's already getting up to go get the sketchbook from the kitchen, where he dreams up possible meals and then tries to make them actuality. Comes back and perches on his table next to Richie's plate, opening it to the seven fishes page.