"Goodness, I hope that doesn't happen," I say with a laugh. "Both for your sake and that hypothetical person's head. I think Derek said something about you just bussing and running to start with. That should at least mean the chances of dumping food on people isn't as great."

Reaching over, I give his leg a firm pat. "You'll be fine, I know. I'm excited we'll get to work together, too! I can show you some stuff in the kitchen if you'd like."