“Only fair,” Andy said from inside the oven, muffled. “You saved me first.”
Kat beamed down at them, and kicked Andy lightly in the leg. “Gifted child,” she said fondly.
“Shut up now, Kat.”
* * * *
Scooter pushed back from his desk with a sigh. Andy had managed to salvage the oven for two hundred and sixty dollars, and it was stupid how apologetic he’d been over that miscalculation, but the industrialstandard wiring was slightly more expensive than the stuff in a regular home appliance. And he’d been doing the math and estimates in his head. On the fly. While Andy had been doing that, the rest of the crew had pitched in on the cleaning and installing the new grill plate, and the re-opening had gone off without a hitch.