Caleb frowned. He wasn't sure how a day off and an interview weren't mutually exclusive. He stretched out his legs and stood up so he wasn't craning his head up to talk to Beau. More than he'd done for anyone else who had stopped off with him. "The sunshine I understand," he said. "You can't afford to waste decent weather in England. Doing an interview on your day off though," he said and wrinkled his nose. "But I assume that's only a short thing."
He glanced at the book that was still clutched in his hand and see-sawed it back and forth. "It's technically my work book, but I've not really been working. The heat made me restless and Etta has a handle on the shop," he shrugged slightly. "Plus I'm in yelling distance if there's a problem." He realised he was a little bit stiff from having sat all but on the floor for so long and started trying to flex his various muscle groups subtly. "We definitely haven't reached a place where being the boss is the easier job," he said.