Grant really shouldn't have told his mom about the dropped furniture. Now she threatening to drop everything and fly up there to give the movers a piece of her mind. Which was the last thing in the world that he wanted, because that meant she'd have his dad in tow. He had to flick on the charm and talk her down....well, text her down. He told her he inspected the dresser and it was undamaged (it was falling apart) and the movers were horrified when they dropped it. It seemed to appease her, because she closed the conversation with a sweet "Well, let me know when you need me, honey" and he decided to turn off his phone.

He looked up when he heard a new voice, surprised it wasn't another grunt. He was used to minimal conversation after today. "Hey. Um, you wouldn't mind? These guys have been milking the whole 'pay by the hour' thing."