Travis nodded. "Turned eighteen in March. Halfway to next year now. Kitchen stuff I can get past Memphis. Bar work he wouldn't want me to do. And I've got no idea what you meant by cutting shine on girls at Sicilianos." He hadn't heard of that place yet. Then again, if it was something Memphis wouldn't like him to do, it made the job even more appealing. "I'm up for going through some potential job lists."