“It is not necessary for you to check in so often,” Kat said. “We are perfectly capable of handlin—hey!”
“Scooter,” Jason said, and Scooter could hear Kat in the background screeching. The few words in Ukrainian that he could clearly understand sounded a lot like watermelon and beets. So, she’d moved on from recipes and was now just muttering random words. Jason raised his voice to be heard over her. “Look, we have an issue with—”
“Give that back to me,” Kat said and Scooter winced, holding the phone away from his ear as it sounded very much like Kat just knocked Jason’s feet out from under him. “If you tell him we have problems, we will never get him to take a day off again, and then he will die of stress in another five years and then where will we be? It’s fine. Everything is fine.”
