let’s talk about chilton’s wine cellar. let’s talk about the fact that it is fucking huge and he has no one to share it with. about how he wishes he had someone to appreciate fine wines with but no one ever comes to dinner at his house, or actually for any reason to his house. he’s so proud of it and how full it is but looking at it makes him feel empty inside. when he makes himself a dinner he saunters around it picking out the perfect flavour to compliment his meal and being very proud of his choice - alone. when he eventually has a guest over, the first thing he does is show them the wine cellar. but they’re not really that into wine.