*can't help but be appreciative of your unfailing gusto (and he thinks, as he often does, that he can't fathom how Ecthelion (or any of them, really) got along before there was you)*
*lightly enough* No, no Reaveys hiding in the planters. *snaps his fingers suddenly* Oh, remind me later—the overhaul starts Monday, but I don't have the final inspection results yet. I'm going to want a copy faxed and on file before the axes start swinging over there.
*waves that thought away and continues as before* Anyway. We've got something even better than that. *casually as* Ever heard of the People's Voice?