Leena didn't hide her smile or her agenda.
"Maybe that's exactly what I'm after. Would you happen to know where I can get my hands on such recipes? We don't do liquor, but some more pre-cooked meals would make perfect additions to our menu."
Bil shrugged, itching his scalp through the headwrap. "I wouldn't mind helping out if the price is right."
"Does that go for mercenary work as well?"
With his wife getting a satisfied answer, Bolton shifted the conversation to the most important topic in his mind.
"It would be a full-time gig, completely outside of city limits. Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
Bil offered a single nod. "That's a big part of what I want, I guess. How's that going to work if it's a manager position?"
"Simple, really," Bolton chuckled, tilting his drink to the barkeep.
