I leaned against the Rust Bucket while people milled around, poking at Ben's old stuff.
"You sure this is a good idea?" I asked Ben again. "Some alien tech might have made it's way in this mess. Shouldn't you get Max's permission?"
"First of all," Ben took a long sip from his smoothie. "It's Grandpa Max to you. And second, Kevin checked it over. He said it was all good."
I gave him a look. "Maybe that's got your giving him incentive."
"Hey, Kevin wouldn't do that." Gwen argued.
"Just calm down." Kevin leaned against the Rust Bucket too. "Its a beautiful day, and we're raking it in."
I groaned. "All for some stupid shoes."
"Hey. The Air Muscles are not just stupid shoes!" Kevin and Ben chorused.
Gwen and I groaned. Boys.