No Apologies: The Hollywood Takeover
Family Fun* was, predictably, a communal m
nance after our earlier exch
king a nice, light, vegan quinoa salad. Super healthy, super LA. I can handle the quin
f has-beens and never-weres, mumbled agreement, cle
tion in his eyes. I gave
nner-Up, nor did I plan on subsisting on rabbit food fo
d, loud enough for
mid-stride.
leasantly. "And I don't recall signing up
, is cooking too *strenuous* for
fessionals. And not to be ordered around by someone whose prima
er character actor, a Mr. Johnson who'd s
*family* show, Ava. It's about c
forced scenarios for ratings? I'm happy to
hone. A few taps
n-starred Italian from that place in Los Olivos. I ordered extra. Anyone w
guitar and a shy smile, who was looking particularly unenthus
tion. "You can't just *order takeout* to a
the show's budget. Unless the producers want to make a segment out of 'Ava Hayes Enjo
ering. "You're so.
ily. "But I'll be entitl
rified all at once. He kept glancing be
ce, apparently decided this was ratings gold. No o
illed the air, starkly contrasting with the sad bo
ted my invitation. Even one of the c
ate their quinoa
e to savor