Later that evening, JD bought a stack of empty pie tins over to the kitchen sink. There, E: wasn’t that easier? We’ve got the schematics, a good meal, and I’m even helping you clean the dishes.
Ean, up to his elbows in soapy water, paused to glare at his friend.
JD, Ean said as his friend returned to the table and served himself another slice of pie, eating everything in it doesn’t count as ‘cleaning’ a pie tin.