Corrie followed his gaze to the men, and mentally started figuring out how fast she could gather her things... or if she really wanted to. The money was the thing, really, the iron and stand weren't hers. Though Ken's friend or whoever he got them from might possibly want them back someday. She wondered how good a friend this was, and what their temper was like.
And then Ken gave his declaration of war, and she nearly swore out loud. The men weren't making a move for them yet, but after that they certainly would. She surreptitiously gathered her money to her, sliding it from the counter into the pocket of her barely useful apron with a smile, murmuring something about keeping the cooking area neat and tidy. Now she just had to get waffles to the rest of the people who'd paid for them, and hopefully the fuzz or the chamber of commerce or whatever they were (hopefully they weren't just grumpy tourists with a bad map) would give them time to do that much.