"They are definitely amazing. You grate the potatoes and some onions, and add a couple eggs, some flour, a little salt and pepper, then make them into little cakes and fry them. Seriously, best thing you'll ever eat."

Listen, Seifer, he's got no idea what you're talking about. No, really, he's got no clue he gets like that, and it probably shows from the surprised look on his face when Seifer brings Nida into it. Honestly, he's just happy to have a marketable skill to share, and maybe a new cooking pal, okay? "I mean, Nida gets enough of me most days," he says, completely missing the point. "We talk most nights, anyway, and then there's the training. He's teaching me to fight. But yeah, I can definitely come by for breakfast one day and show you how to make latkes. It's a shame we don't have any applesauce here, but maybe Frank can figure out sour cream." Because really, what are latkes without either of these things.