Because Matt is not an actor at all, in any way, his face briefly registers an unpleasant emotion as he nudges the potatoes to see if they've cooled enough to eat.
It's akin to how you might look when you realize you should've answered question 36 with b instead of d. Or when you're told they've run out of the bubblegum flavor, and you'll have to get your teeth cleaned with that odious banana.
Or when you meet a guy named Rich Brook, who is an actor, when previously the only dudes you knew with his face were named Jim. (And actually one of them you don't really know, except by some transitive, psychic property of the Biblical sense.)
"Nice to meet you," Matt decides with a nod.
He finagles a potato half, laden with sour cream and cheese and lightly sprinkled with chives. Bar helpfully provides a plate and a fork.
"Here, um-- go for it. Don't spare my feelings. I'm Matt."
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It's akin to how you might look when you realize you should've answered question 36 with b instead of d. Or when you're told they've run out of the bubblegum flavor, and you'll have to get your teeth cleaned with that odious banana.
Or when you meet a guy named Rich Brook, who is an actor, when previously the only dudes you knew with his face were named Jim. (And actually one of them you don't really know, except by some transitive, psychic property of the Biblical sense.)
"Nice to meet you," Matt decides with a nod.
He finagles a potato half, laden with sour cream and cheese and lightly sprinkled with chives. Bar helpfully provides a plate and a fork.
"Here, um-- go for it. Don't spare my feelings. I'm Matt."