"Chef, get me a steak. I was so hungry I could eat a cow."
Henry came to the restaurant in the set's break area, where the production team had hired a dedicated crew of chefs.
The head chef was Old Black, an enormous man whose waistline was probably as wide as he was tall. At first glance, no one could tell whether he knew how to cook, but everyone could be certain that he knew how to eat.
The chef emerged from the break room, adjusting his chef's hat as he walked. Even though there was not a single hair on his head that could fall into the food, he still meticulously tidied his appearance.
When Old Black saw him, he gave a hearty laugh and said, "Henry, you only just wrapped filming?"
Henry picked out several flavors from the overflowing doughnut counter and piled them onto a plate. He poured himself a cup of black coffee and said, "Couldn't help it. The director had high standards for every shot. One wrong mark, and we had to do it again.
"Whenever someone messed up a take, the props department had to reset everything before we could reshoot. Do that a few times, and it'd be strange if it didn't take longer."
"Don't tell me you were the one holding everyone back." Old Black laughed as he fried the steak.
"If I were holding everyone back, I'd still be getting lectured by the assistant director. The fact that I could come eat with you first tells you everything."
Old Black asked curiously, "Don't tell me those two groups are picking fights with each other again?"
Henry stuffed doughnuts into his mouth one after another and mumbled, "There were three producers just by themselves. Unless Mr. Sig stepped in, none of them