Ghost hooks his helmet back up. “And you don’t even buy the shortbread at the Lake Bake.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Actually, that is the point.”
I grab a bottle of water from the drinks fridge we keep stocked in the corner of the bay, and lean back against the counter, taking a long pull before lowering it again.
“Better add ‘can operate an oven’ to your nanny interview list,” Fletch says, dropping onto the bench and tipping his head back against the lockers. “Right next to ‘won’t flood a school.’”
I don’t look at him. “I’m not hiring from that group.”
“Missed opportunity,” he says. “Great energy.”
“They nearly took out a sprinkler system.”
“They were passionate.”
Colt snorts, grabbing a clean shirt from his locker. “You’re not asking the right questions on that form anyway.”
“That so?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs like it’s obvious. “You don’t care about half the stuff you think you do. You just need someone who can keep a schedule, not panic when things go sideways, and actually tell you when something’s off with your kid.”
Fletch snorts. “Boring.”
“Accurate.”
“Also,” he adds, like he’s just remembered something critical, “you need a personality filter question.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.” He sits forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Something that tells you who they are as a person.”
I twist the cap back onto my bottle. “And that would be?”
“Favorite Spice Girl.”
“No.”
“Think about it,” he insists. “It tells you everything. Leadership, chaos tolerance, emotional range—”
“You’re not adding a Spice Girls personality test to my hiring process.”
“Hard disagree,” Ghost says from the table where he’s scrolling his phone. “It’s a valid metric.”
I glance over at him. “What?”
Ghost shrugs slightly. “Elle needs someone with a bit of personality, because she has a massive one herself. She’s made me sit through that same science channel with that woman, uhh—”
“Dahlia Jenkins,” Fletch says immediately, clearly also a victim of Elle’s favorite science presenter.
“That’s the one,” Ghost confirms. “If the nanny can’t handle watchingScience with Dahlia, or Elle explaining black holes for twenty minutes straight whilealsoplaying fairies, they’re not lasting a week.”
“That’s actually not a bad call,” Colt says, nodding once. “It’s like a patience test.”
Fletch leans back again, satisfied. “See? We’re building a well-rounded questionnaire here.”
I shake my head, pushing off the counter. “I’m not using any of this.”
