*promptly* You bet, sparky. Catch you later. *flips the phone shut and stares at it for another second, as though it might ring again immediately*
*slips into take-charge mode as he turns back to Fingon, already texting(!) Anairë to see whether she's heard anything* Kid's gonna try'n call her. Why don't you get some work done. *figures they could go out as planned, but none of it exactly sounds fun anymore* I'll go rustle us up some grub.