Oh, shit — nice.

[ He runs on over, relieves her of the weight she's carrying, setting the box down on a table, opening the bag to check the snacks afterwards. Basically beaming at his cousin, because this is the secret to easily pleasing Dom, apparently. ]

Yeah, this place's got fucking everything. No wonder it's full of rich people.

[ He picks a bag of chips, bacon flavored. Opens it with his teeth. ]

We can get started whenever you want. You're good at sitting still for a while, yeah?