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 industrial standard 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.
Jason wasn’t as badly injured as Scooter had originally feared, thank God. The grease had jumped him in a line across the forearm when he sprayed the fire suppressant, scalding a second degree burn. Weirdly like someone had burned him with a string, the wound was a t
