After the two returned.
Ginny handed Harry a pair of chopsticks.
"You look like you've been swallowed by a machine and spat back out today."
"Thanks."
Harry took the chopsticks.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Ginny noticed his hands.
"Worn through again?"
Harry drew his hands back a little.
"They're just calluses."
"Let me see."
"Ginny, I'm not hurt."
"I didn't say you were."
Ginny frowned.
"I just want to make sure you haven't let a minor injury turn into a problem."
Harry had no choice but to hold out his hands, and Ginny examined them carefully.
Ron's mouth was stuffed with spring rolls.
"Mmph, Director Dursley even said rubbing them with engine oil would make them tougher. Hermione, how's your internship report coming along? Harry and I are planning to use yours as a reference."
Hermione pushed the cola toward him.
"You certainly say that without a shred of shame. It's not just the internship report. There are also wage records, meal allowances, timesheets, tool wear, and the probability of workplace accidents."
Ginny chimed in from beside them.
"And Ron's meal allowance spending."
Ron picked up a piece of sweet-and-sour pork, put it in his mouth, and spoke indistinctly.
"Now I know why George and Fred love working and earning money so much. We spend an average of one Galleon each per meal. I've worked it out. By the end of the month, before school starts, after subtracting-subtracting my meal allowance spending, I could probably earn over ninety Galleons."
As he spoke, he grabbed another spring roll.
"And I've found that wizards are naturally suited to this. We can do repetitive work entirely by feel... and we're really good at adapting to the pace of an assembly line."
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"So that's why you sent a