*rubs his eyes irritably* Next time Ecthelion goes out of town, we're having him pre-record phone conversations to play down the line. "Yes... no... mm-hmm... oh, absolutely, I understand your concern, it's just that, in Gondolin, I am God and you are my puppet. Carry on."
*off your giggling, drops his hands and wings you a wan little smile, shaking his head* No, but seriously. I've got to be here anyway—I'm waiting on three different faxes and a whole slew of emails, and I'm only halfway through the monthlies. *half-shrug* I want to have them done a little early, before Ecthelion gets back.