*like the model of restraint he isn't, managed all morning to ignore the box of cupcakes on the corner of his desk, despite its shiny yellow ribbon and the promise of sugar coma within* *promised himself that he could have one (just one) this afternoon, if he slogged through a good bit of paperwork*
*does let his eyes wander that way now and then (the damned things have practically been calling to him all day and why did he order them, anyway?)*
*is thus more exasperated than surprised when the box begins to ring* Oh that's just not fair. *...until he realizes he's not imagining things* *frowns, reaches over and unties the ribbon, lifting the box lid to find not icing mounds from Eru (WOE) but an actual phone*
*picks this up, staring at it for a second before he answers* *dryly* No, I am not interested in a new diet plan.