I’m going to be bringing a hot breakfast up shortly. Uh, the chef made some frittatas for the time being. We have granola and yogurt and fruit, so feel free to pass that around and enjoy. And we’ll be bringing everything else up shortly. What the hell is a frittata? It’s like a quiche with no crust, so less carbs. Alright. Was it done? Yeah. Simon can come off a little abrasive. I Learned a long time ago not to be offended. If you establish with him right away what you’re doing and what you’re saying really doesn’t bother me. I kind of find it funny he leaves you alone. I’ve got four exciting frittata recipes. Smoked salmon, some ham, mushrooms, broccoli, and blue cheese. They’re gonna love it. Wow. I have several frittatas that I’m gonna be bringing up from the chef. This one is smoked salmon, and then I, uh. No salmon. You do know that I don’t eat that shit. Yeah, I don’t eat salmon. I’m not a salmon guy either. Something. Okay, I will let the chef know. There’s several other ones coming up. They’re not gonna make it the way you like it. You need to let the chef know. Salmon’s universal. I shouldn’t have to let Adrian freaking knows I don’t eat salmon. Adrian’s friends are kind of demanding and rude, Simon. Ja. You need to get on them about serving us. Like, I shouldn’t be reaching, you know? Alright, well, just a little Bit my coffee hot. Was your coffee not hot? I like it extra hot. I don’t ask for much. If that’s what her friends are like, can you imagine what her enemies would be like? We should all buy a hotel here. They heard. I heard. Like, the real estate is. Is reasonable here. We should all. This one is blue cheese and broccoli. Blue cheese and broccoli. This one is Turkey, roasted tomatoes, mozzarella and pesto. Can you foresee yourselves wanting anything else? Like, I mean, I’m gonna go down and keep cooking. Whatever you want. I want an egg. Like a half a white egg. You do? Fresh spinach with a little olive oil, bacon and, uh, American cheese. Right. Bacon, American cheese, and just egg. You know, like half, half white omelette, right? Excuse me? Omelette. Yeah. Alright, we’ll do that up then. Alright. Big Ben. Thanks, Steve. He was the simpleton, right? Are you eating anything or. No, no, I’m waiting. I’m so hungry, my butt’s eating my underwear. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Is Sam packing all of our bags? Would you like for her to? Yeah, please. You want your stuff unpacked, right? Yeah. Yeah. Is everybody? Yeah. Yep. I am terrified to walk down and tell Sam this because I have no idea how she’s gonna react, but I’m pretty sure it’s not gonna be good. I think she’s gonna throw an iron. At me. Okay, I will let her know. Thank you. Hey, Sam. Yes? All of the guests want you to unpack their luggage for them. Awesome catch is like wildfire, right? Everyone wants me to press all their luggage and unpack it. Okay, so fabulous. You know that’s sarcasm, right? That’s what I do. It’s literally gonna take me all day, okay? It’s classless. Honestly. It’s like, white trash, rich people. You don’t get it. What’s wrong with you that you can’t figure this scenario out? It’s your job. Like, you don’t show up on a boat with literally 50 garments that need to be pressed, and they happen to all be linen. Now I’m starting to see where Adrian’s coming from, because Sam’s just throwing a fit. This is a professional industry. You make it or break it. You know, if you can’t pull your weight, then you get the fuck off the boat. And then as soon as I’m done unpacking, their charter is gonna be over, and they’re gonna say, pack it all up, Sam.