That's probably as sensible a solution as can be reached. John supposes they might also just skim the occasional fifty off the pile for personal expenses, too. Which feels a little like a misallocation of funds, since their own wages ought to be wholly above board, but since these particular funds aren't on the books to begin with... well. If they each walked out of here with a cash bonus every couple of weeks, who would be the wiser?

He doesn't outright suggest it, though; he has a feeling Martin might just have another blood pressure spike if he suggested any of these ill-gotten goods be applied directly to their own grocery budgets or what have you. He'd much rather just change the subject, which Martin fortuitously does.

He almost asks, 'with spreadsheets?' but he can't quite bring himself to reference what had been a much less tense interaction than this one. Doesn't feel as if he's earned it. He sticks with a more blandly polite, "Oh, good," and then a cautious, "Please," more interested in fostering a tenuous peace than an actual cuppa.