The steward sat in the corner of the room, watching the interviews for the new flight attendants (not cabin crew, that wasn't allowed. His mother had made that very clear from the start) and he was bored. None of them looked very fun, and his arm hurt. It always hurt now, no matter what pain relief Carolyn gave him. His head wasn't as painful as it had been, but that still hurt too, and he was fed up. His mother had banned him from stewarding, and that had upset him. A lot. He loved being around Skipper and Douglas, and despite not being able to work, his mother had allowed him to stay on the plane to train the new steward in G-ERTI's ways. As Douglas had said, aircraft varied, and none more so than G-ERTI, who changed from flight to flight.

"Arthur, loathe as I am to admit it, but I really do doubt that we'll be able to find someone as exceptionally awful at stewarding as you are."

Arthur, being his usual clot like self, didn't clock the insult."Don't worry mum, we'll find someone! I know we will."

There were still two other candidates, and Arthur was full of hope, as always.

"I hope you're right."

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The next candidate stood out to Arthur almost straight away. She entered the room fumbling with her handbag, before dropping it to the floor, her belongings scattering themselves across the portakabin. She swore softly, so no one could hear, and knelt down to pick up her things. Carolyn rolled her eyes, and Arthur leapt up to help her.

"Yellow car!"

The young woman looked up, confused.

"You have a yellow car on your keys," he said quietly, holding them up. "I know it's not technically a car, but it is a car, sort of."

"Arthur. Sit back down and do shut up." Carolyn sighed, irritated. It had been a long day, and all she needed was two bumbling, would-be stewards.

"I'm very sorry, Mrs Knapp-Shappey," the young girl murmured, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. This was just brilliant. Her second ever job interview and she had already ruined it with her clumsiness.

Carolyn shook her head. She hadn't minded all that much. Arthur seemed to have taken to (she glanced at the girl's CV) Imogen (thank God, not a name worthy of those pony club types), and she seemed nice enough.

"It's fine. Have you ever worked as cabin crew before?"

Imogen shook her head, her auburn curls falling around her face. "No, I never have. I've flown plenty of times though. And I'm used to customer service. I've worked as a waitress for years."

"Why did you leave?"

Imogen bit her lip, thinking for a moment.

"My boss couldn't afford to keep the same amount of staff on. I offered to leave. I'd been there long enough, there was no chance to improve my position, or my pay, so I left."

Good enough for Carolyn. Arthur liked her, and dare she say it, even Carolyn herself had taken a bit of a shine to her.