This Quigley guy knew.

Her expression had contorted into a grimace and was just about to groan at the prospect of yet another start of year meeting, but was caught in her throat as she read on. He got brownie points for that, she supposed. Sluggishly heading over to the conference room, she stepped inside, surprised that she managed to be one of the firsts there. How even?

"Hey," she greeted as she claimed a seat, face half hidden behind her cup of coffee. "Either of you have an extra apple?"