"I'll make my decisions about what I think you're worth for myself," Asch says to his back. "Even I can change my mind when I'm given a new perspective."

And he'll leave it at that, for Sync to figure out what he means or not, and instead stare into the basket of peppers. After a long moment, he sighs and closes his eyes, slumping into his seat. It's not until Sync is gone that he speaks again.

"Now to put my money where my mouth is, I guess."