Same squadron as before, we were stuck at a small airfield after an airshow where one of the jets had an APU basically eat its internals and bleed oil everywhere. At airshows I only had 2-3 maintainers, myself as the safe for flight authority and a tool pouch with hand tools as we usually relied on faith that nothing would break. At least that was my bosses theory, personally I was never a fan. Thankfully this airport also had a college course for fixing aircraft and they graciously gave us hanger space and free reign of their tools. After the parts got shipped to us I’m there with my guys trying to replace a large heavy part without all of our normal things and I’m feeling like a bump on the log watching. Next best option was to ask if they were hungry, of course they were. I went and got pizzas, soda, and a case of beer. Told them the pizza and soda was for while they performed the maintenance, the beer was for the time when it was complete. I helped grab tools and other things to but for the most part I stayed out of the way as technically I wasn’t allowed to touch the jet If I was going to sign off the work.