"I scheduled a true patriot," George grumbled, "To work on May 2nd. She had a conniption. I'd hired her and her boyfriend, and she made him quit on principal." George rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. "And to sound totally self-serving, you were conveniently sacked." He smiled over at her, waggling his eyebrows.
"I'll pay. Self-serving, but not a total cad, Midget. We cover any injury on the job, even if it's just a nick on your baby finger." He gave her a grin. "There's biscuits and bandages for those kinds in the employee work room. And the bandages have dragons on them," he teased. "'Bout as close as you'll get to the scaly things in here, oh, though, I did get a pet!"