*dutifully* I'll try to give you legitimate cause on or before that date, sir. We can't have the rest of the House thinking you Jar people indiscriminately.
*headshake* Not a hobby, so much? Although I'd definitely do it again. *extracts a photo from the envelope and holds it out to you, obviously pleased (as well he should be—it was a one-in-a-million shot through the mountains at daybreak, and the City's gleam rivals the snow on the peaks)* That's your other souvenir.