"Actually, yeah. I was a butler. The kind that lived in my master's house full-time." Not, uh, strictly true. But close enough.

"We're at a potluck, it's not like you drove up in a white windowless van." He says with a chuckle, his lips are still puckered, let the record show. If not for that he would be beaming at how happy Jeff looks. He should be proud.

"They really do. It may not be to everyone's taste but I love sour stuff. Oh! You should go give one to Ylva, too."