What's that supposed to mean? Can't picture me in that getup or being unable to serve customers without wanting to blow up their order in the process?

[He laughs even as she pulls away, attempting to give her a look through his shades and failing miserably. It doesn't bother him, however, and Scott just continues to follow along, stepping inside the building and making his way over to cooking club.]

Never thought I'd actually set foot in the corridors of cooking club.