Someone else has also forgotten his laundry. The last thing he did was throw a shirt into the washer, and now he's gotten distracted talking. He happily shakes César's hand, and he beams.

"Oh! When we met he mentioned you too," he says. Admittedly he forgot the name until exactly this moment, but César's response makes everything click into place. "He said something about how he thought we'd get along, soooo nice to finally meet you. But yeah! Chicken Choice Judy! I'm lead guitar and vocals."

He will never, ever get tired of that being people's association with him. Yes, he is in a band, he is in the best band.