At first he was really amused, just meeting this chef that was renowned not just because of the food he was capable of stirring up, but by the frustration he constantly conveyed when putting up with people in the kitchen. Then that was when Jim had mixed feelings about this conversation. Was he really as stern when filming ended? “I’m Jim Halpert. It’s .. amazing meeting you — uh, you’re .. not as angry as you are out of camera, right?” Of course he asked it in jester, a small laugh emitting from his lips. Jim would have asked him to sign something because what were these chances he’d meet Chef Ramsay himself, but hopefully his question wouldn’t get the man pissed off.
The chef did not so much as blink upon hearing the inquiry, for it was a recurrent question he found himself answering almost on a daily basis. “—I’m affable until you give me a reason not to be. Simple as that,” retorted the scotsman. A rather blunt statement. Be that as it may, the cadence in his tone revealed that his mood was not at all truculent. His vexation had simmer downed to a level that was scarcely discernible. Perhaps the gent believed that his fury was simply being stowed away, and that he was simply an explosion waiting to happen. Which was undoubtedly true in the kitchen, but seldom true in domestic ventures.
"—It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Halpert. I’m sure you know all about me. Tell me a little about yourself," said the connoisseur as he extended an arm for a handshake.