“That is an ugly hat. Seriously. Ugly. Where’d you get it?”
Dizzy laughed. “Took it off some guy mansplaining engineering to Caitlyn Sommers. Caitlyn Sommers, I say that again, with special emphasis. I’m only wearing it ironically because it’s a trophy of my triumph.”
“Caitlyn Sommers is, I gather, an engineer?” Andy asked. He’d picked up the rules sheet for Settlers and was skimming over it.
“She is the engineer,” Dizzy said. “Production designer for the naval shipyard. If there’s a weapons system or aircraft carrier engine that launches out of the bay that Caitlyn can’t tear apart and make better, I’ll eat that fuckin’ hat.”
“You’d like her,” Scooter said.
“I do like engineers,” Andy agreed. “Though I usually stick to smaller projects, like cars. And ovens.” Martin jumped in at that, and he and Andy started excitedly going over some recent advancement in car engines that Scooter tuned out immediately in favor of doing a quick headcount to figure out who was missing.