"Like you were a waiter?" He perks a little in excitement and adds, "Or a butler?"

Look, 'butler' might be a leap, but he has domestic servants on the mind these days, what with his newest job.

"I dunno, it's just..." He shrugs a shoulder. "Strangers offering people candy... Gets a bad wrap sometimes. But yeah! I was kinda-- for a couple months, I was working with the candymaker? You know, just helping him out, um, like an apprentice or something." Except Jeff's not the most reliable apprentice, and he doesn't quite have a knack for the finer points of artisanal candymaking, it seems.

But boy does he beam when Max says it tastes like a Warhead.

"They do? Shit yeah! I knew it tasted familiar!"

VICTORY. Max has singlehandedly boosted Jeff's faith in his candymaking abilities.