"You do realize you saved my arse yesterday, don't you?" he retorted, already setting the tea to magically brew, his kettle hovering to the side, doing a little jig while the water boiled. He could just brew it in the cups, but he liked the little spell he'd learned to make his kettle dance, so he let t be, even if he wasn't watching it today like he normally did when he needed a little amusement.
"Now, it's £9 an hour, usually six to eight hour shifts, and I can probably give you four days a week," George said, pulling a few of the biscuits down for himself. "And health benefits, and worker's compensation, should you ever needed, but I swear no one ever has." He gave a her an innocent look and held his hands up as proof.