*downright chipperly, making her way over to your desk* Copies are ready and waiting, sir. I'd staple them to your back but you'd have a heckuva time getting to them when the time comes.
*sets the cinammon roll squarely before you and prods it closer in emphasis, being sure to keep it on its napkin* Eat that. It's good for you. *waves the notes in her other hand* In other news, Reavey's replacement called to suck up some more. I think he'll be your slave, after what happened with North and that protest and all.