Blaise never had the time to go stir-crazy his desk was situated in the main room for his division of the department. That meant he was constantly being bombarded with owls, pages, visitors, employees under him, and interns. While he had grown to enjoy his job, he would give anything to have some relative peace and quite on the job. Thankfully, the back office was slated to be his sometime within the next year should his boss actually decide to retire.
"I'm just glad that no one here will be asking me anything but my order," he chuckled perusing the menu for himself. When Tracey made her suggestion he nodded his head and followed her lead ad folded his menu as well. "Cucumber sandwiches it is," he waved for someone to come and take their order.