Yeah, yeah. Burgers and fries - thanks, [he says, taking his receipt, sliding off his new baby with a sigh. ] We gotta get Steve into music, man. Otherwise we're gonna end up getting him a fucking bike rack for that mom car of his.

[There is a shared look that Billy does not see: quiet comprehension of something going on, and there is a third part to the equation who is, they suppose, the polar opposite. Billy meanwhile is glancing at the pick, then at Eddie. ]