Make a Connection
 

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It's important to get to know employees all over the Ministry, not just those in your department. Who knows? Someday, you may find yourself stuck with a problem that requires the special skills of a friend you make today. Tucked between two giant potted ferns is a line of small tables with two chairs on each side. Take a seat at one of the tables and get to know the person who sits across from you - chit chat and asking about their experience at the Ministry (or otherwise) is ideal. Once the bell rings, it's time to move on to a new table and a new partner for chit-chatting.

At the end of the event, you'll know a handful of new people from all over the building, which is handy whether you're a new or returning employee. So what if it feels a little bit like speed dating?

It wasn't that he didn't want to be here. Well, okay, truth be told it rather was. Which was maybe why he ended up at the orientation at all. Life lessons often taught that putting oneself in uncomfortable and unwanted situations could yield interesting results. Mind the notation of 'interesting', not 'good' and not 'bad'.

And interesting should have been his middle name.

So, Rhydian picked the most interesting thing to do. Which was, look for the table that had the conversation cards on it so he could edit them to what he viewed as more appropriate starters. There was some disappointment in finding that that table, or those tables, had been moved. And the cards? Well, they must not have appreciated his handi-work. They were all gone.

Instead, there was some form of speed-talking tables set up. Something which piqued his interest quite clearly. Especially when he caught sight of a person all on their lonesome. No one was going to take the seat across? They were all just gonna amble by and let the person sit awkwardly?

Well, invitation recognized, recieved, processed and accepted. Without any accord, introduction or further ado, Rhydian moved over to the vacant chair and deposited himself in it across from the woman. "What do you say happens, if no one shows up to this thing? Do we just switch sides of the table, or are we expected to talk to ourselves?"

Which, no one should misunderstand. He could fully and adequately do. It was just less entertaining for himself. For viewers, that might be a bit of a different story.

Anyone can claim :)
 

Speed Dating. Was that not what this was? Is certainly seemed like it to Cassie. People sat at tables, talking to the person across from them, but only until a bell dinged. And then they were to move on to someone else. Yeah, it definitely seemed like speed dating.

Speed friendship, maybe. She was pretty sure the intention of those who had set up the orientation was not to get everybody to date their coworkers. If that had been the intention, she may have to rethink her place of employment. But she was fine with being prodded into making friends. Socializing, at least. After having been struck with the realization that she barely knew anybody she worked with, besides those she actually worked with on a daily basis, the speed dating friendship area had seemed like a logical place to go.

"Anybody sitting here?" She asked a woman seated across from an empty chair. Yes, it was clear that there was nobody sitting here but it was only polite to ask. Maybe the person she had been seated across had just gotten up for a moment but planned to return. Though that didn't seem likely, it seemed rude to just sit down without at least asking first. So Cassie just gave the woman a friendly smile and simply kept one hand resting on the back of the empty chair.

*sigh* *for anyone lol*
 

We wants to plaaaay!
 

Marilyn
 

Galen Made his way across the room casually. He tried not to show it but he was a little overwhelmed, He hadn't expected his application to be approved so quickly, but here he was orientation day and he hadn't even found a place yet. He tucked the Real Estate section of the news paper under his arm as he spotted an empty seat across from a Blonde woman wearing a black and White dress.
" Good Afternoon, Ma'am." he greeted politely. " Mind if I sit?"

There was something therapeutic about being on the outer, looking in on other peoples' interactions. It didn't occur to her that someone might honestly go along with this networking activity. She would opt for a plush lounge and drinks with conversation in a casual manner over this times fiasco they were calling a networking opportunity.

Sipping her drink, Emily continued to watch, only pulled from her thoughts when her table was approached. Honestly, she was probably lucky to have gone this long without being disturbed. "No, not at all," she replied cordially, gesturing that the woman could take it.

"Emily Browne, Magical Law Enforcement," she introduced herself, extending a hand for a shake. What were her chances of the woman simply wanting to sit with mutual disinterest? She figured it was slim, so it was time she put her Department Head hat on and participated.

Ma'am?

Marilyn cracked a smile, offering her hand across the small table. "It's Marilyn." There was, of course, no hidden meanings behind this less-than-formal request, but she simply preferred to be on a first-name basis with her peers. That was all.

Crossing her legs, she settled her hands on the table between them. "I've not seen you around before...So, tell me about yourself."

Unprofessional was nearly Tala's middle name, she didn't mean for it to be, the young women just... sort of... Didn't know where professional and personal lines stopped and started, which was why a bone-crushing hug seemed like a good idea to the effusive blonde. Tala laughed as Lynley patted her arm in a slightly awkward manner, she knew the woman was intimidating to others, but the younger woman found her sort of funny.

"Sorry, sorry, I just- I'm so stoked to see you." One, because they were buddies kinda and Tala didn't have many of those at the Ministry as of yet, and two, because she'd gone through all that trouble with the portkey and Tala was still very thankful. She sat as she was bidden, sitting back and crossing her legs, looking more of the young lady she was. "How did you like the cake I baked you."

There, question.

" nice to meet you Marilyn, I'm Galen"Galen introduced himself as he sat down. " That's because today would be my first day here. Galen shifted into a comfortable sitting position. " Well... I recently was hired into the Law Enforcement Department. I was a bit surprised to hear back so quickly to be honest I thought I would have time to house hunt first." He admitted. Let's see oh I previously worked bank security in the United States.i was needing a bit of a change so I'm looking forward to working here."

Ali / Saki :)
 

At first, Charles thought he would be attending a short orientation briefing when he accidentally walked into this grand room. He did not realise however,that this was an event to get to know more staff through a process similar to 'speed dating'.Only when he made an inquiry from one of the staff members, realization dawned upon him. o.O whhhaaaat?!! He couldn't help express his shock! Believe him, he wanted to bolt through those doors and get out of here as fast as he could but they kept insisting that the event was about to start. No No!! He didn't want to be here and there was no bloody way he would sit in one of those chairs! But they blocked the door! Yes, they bloody did!! He pointed angrily towards them,"Youuu! Open that door! I wish to leave now! And you,don't just stand there! MOVE! You big pile of-"

................

o_____O

Charles was literally dragged...literally....as one of the heavy built staff members pulled him by the arm and forced him to sit right in front one of his many least favourite people in the world.Kai...

Oh No...not her.

He put his forefinger up in the air,"Don't say a word...I'm thinking of an escape route out of here,"he muttered angrily to himself. Why did he get into this mess? Just whyyy...urggh.

Anyone? :3
 

...... Coffee.

Eliora needed more coffee. Five cups hadn't been enough and she was sure she needed to have at least doubled her quota before getting here. Not so genius. But she was excited already to get home and make sure her children were still as adorable as they had been when she left. Which was very. Briar had been reading to Levi and Levi had been sucking on the arm of a teddy. Purposely genius. Of course, they had been carried and birthed by her.

"I'm sure we could find something to do with ourselves." She smiled, eye lifting from her nails to the male sitting opposite her. And then almost as if on cue, people began to arrive. "But I'm sure we could also find something to do with ourselves whilst people are around."

Crossing her arms and leaning against the table, Eli grinned. "So. Stand up and turn around, please?" She needed to assess his assets before she gave him a number.

And he would SO want a number by the time she was through.

Oh? Could they now? But why the vaugeness? Why not list off what they could do? At least then they could have a plan if things started going awire. Or rather, didn't start going at all.

But then, there were other people. Rather, quite a lot of other people and all of a sudden it was a bit loud and noisy and Merlin! How was he supposed to listen to all the conversations around if there were so many?

Pity.

But then, not quite. The woman across from him got a curious eyebrow arch. Stand up? Well, no one had told him this was going to be an interactive type of conversation, but it was just fine with him. "Well, since you said please."

With a grin, and not questioning why or why not he should do such a thing, Rhydian got up. He even went so far as to stand on his chair and do a slight twirl about on the balls of his feet. When he was facing the woman again, he took off his hat and bowed a little. "For your entertainment, Miss. Supplied by the minds of the Ministry of Magic."

Merlin if he had brought his other shoes he might have even done a bit of a tap-dance. Just because, he could.

Why, the view was so much better from up here. Why didn't they make it interesting and all stand on their chairs to hold conversation? Likely because not everyone was comfortable at such heights.

Still, it did make him feel a bit better, and abruptly hopped down and sat down. His hat got placed in front of him. "Rhydian Blackhold." He stuck his hand out over his hat in greeting. "And you with such a curious idea of an introduction might be?"

Did she want to be professional? Totally, definitely, but it wasn't exactly easy for her, something in her nature just didn't allow for calm, polite discourse, when it came certain people, at least... And apparently one of those people was Lynley Purcell. She smiled, all teeth and warmth, a lanky sunspot. "it's hilarious hearing you say that word." Tala said, giggling a little.

"I'm so glad, I didn't know if it would be good, I never made a lemon iced cake before." It had been surprisingly easy, but the funny thing was that the simpler the recipe, the easier it was to get wrong. Huh, that sounded kinda like a metaphor.

The surprise was, well, surprising. "Oh, yeah, it happened a few months back." Tala said, laughing a little at Lynley's exclamation, she couldn't fault the older woman, the fact still surprised herself, after all. "Lucas- my fiancé, he proposed to me.. in.... Dude, I think it was September." It didn't feel like it had been four months at all.

She seemed to have distracted the woman. But from doing what? Simply people watching? It was what Cassie had spent a better part of the morning doing. Not that she was opposed to talking to people, but sometimes it was interesting to just sit back and watch the rush, and the interactions of other people.

But this woman would not have chosen that spot to sit had she not been expecting someone to join her. So Cassie took the empty seat and shook the hand offered toward her. Oh yes, Emily Browne, she did recognize that name, even if she hadn't before been able to put it to a face.

"Cassandra White, Magical Cooperation. But you can call me Cassie." What was the woman drinking, she wondered. Cassie had finished her own coffee some time ago, but she was considering going back for a second cup soon. "You're the Head of law enforcement, right?"

Retracting her hand after the shake, Emily returned it to her drink - not raising to her lips again, but simply cupping it in her palm. "Cassie," she acknowledged the nickname, "it's a pleasure to meet you. What do you do in IMC if you don't mind me asking?" Ever the conversationalist she was, and as dreadfully dull and cliche as this networking thing seemed to be, it did have an element of practicality, IMC was a department they often rubbed shoulders with.

What she hadn't expected was to be recognised for her position. "Quite correct," she replied, smirking slightly in amusement, "returning after conducting some business abroad."

"I'm an immigration officer and a liason to the press. Have been for...three years now. This will be my fourth." She'd had to think about that for a moment. Was this really the start of year four already? Time certainly had flown by. It was crazy. "How long have you worked at the ministry?"

Yes, Cassie had thought so. She was pretty sure that she would recognize the names of each of the department heads, even if she hadn't personally met most of them. "Oh? What sort of business, if you don't mind me asking?"

Anybody? E'rrrybody!
 

She was curious and appalled that there was a gentleman (Rhydian) standing on his chair... and spinning. It was hardly appropriate behaviour for such an event, she only hoped it wasn't someone she would have to be acquainted with - but she seldom had such luck.

But hhmm? Immigration officer and media liaison, truly fascinating. "I'll be sure to keep you mind then, should anything come across my desk you might be able to help me with." Who'd have thought, this meet and greet was worth it. Less so regarding her liaison position, but certainly regarding immigration. Movement of people was something they needed to pay more attention to, despite the obvious issues concerning unregistered immigration, but that's what they had alternative sources for.

And what sort of business? Emily smiled politely, though her lips remained sealed.

It was a nosy question to ask, all things considered, but Emily obliged her in the only way she knew how. "If I told you, I might have to kill you..." of course she was joking, and to show this, she chuckled lightly. "More of the same really, law enforcement type work, only it was for a privatised institution." And nothing more needed to be said on that matter.

How long did these talks go for? Were they out of time yet?

She had said please. With all of her blonde might, she had said please. The only thing she hadn't done was bat her eyelashes, and she knew from experience that she never had to do that. Hence why she had never taught her daughter that trick. Briar-Rose was well versed in singing, baton twirling and smiling. Eliora, on the other hand, was a professional in watching The Titanic, finding men that were awful and not wooing the colleagues that she wanted to. Rusty, that was. Aron, on an extended arm. But definitely Rusty.

She smirked, laughed and applauded at the chair antics. "Bravo, bravo." Eli waited until he'd taken his seat once more before shaking his hand, and taking his hat with her other hand. The hat was immediately placed onto her head and she grinned. "Suits me, huh?" She knew it did.

Everything did.

Coffee did.

... Man, she wanted coffee.

"Eliora Dodderidge."

At first, Rhydian thought this woman had a good sense of appreciation for things. Proper things like chair turning. Proper appreciation that someone close by didn't seem to appreciate in quite the same manner.

He was about to give said scowling woman a side-grin, when this Eliora's true appreciation was shown. For hats. She stole his hat. Okay, borrowed it. But his hat. It was being touched. And being placed on a head and....

OOOHHHHHH his HAT!!.

It was all he could do not to fidget, make grabby hands or otherwise snatch it back. Normally, he appreciated appreciation for hats. Quite greatly, too. Exceptionally. Hat people were the best people. So this, he should have appreciated it. But, there were a few snag points, lingering in memory mostly, that prevented such enjoyment. One in particular that had a gut wrench he had really wanted to avoid and not deal with tonight. Hence where he was sitting.

Still, Rhydian Blackhold was a master of fake, honest emotions and so, his smile never wavered. He was as good natured as if someone had just given him a new hat. He tilted his head, considered and pursed his lips. "Purple. Definitely purple. Would go better with your... Not hair. Same hair. "Eyes!" That was it. Totally.

But no, truthfully. He was being honest. Purple would have looked much better.

"The style's suiting though, Ms. Dodderidge. Maybe with a few autumn sprigs in. For the season and all."

Purple? Eliora raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Purple doesn't agree with me. Colour allergies." Did he know that that was a lie? Was he fully aware that she was pulling his leg? She laughed the whole idea of pulling his leg off and removed the hat, placing it on the table. "Hat allergies." Did HE have any allergies? Any food that she wouldn't be able to tempt him with? That was always the intention she had when it came to this stuff. What couldn't she tempt a guy with?

Nothing, was the right answer. There was no object, feeling, food or whatever that Eliora couldn't use alongside her will to tempt a guy. Hell, she rarely needed something other than herself.

... She did need coffee, though.

Why did Aron get someone to bring him coffee and she didn't? Why hadn't she been given a coffee helper? Maybe she'd delegate that job to one of her new colleagues when they started back at work. Maybe that wasn't a maybe situation. It was most definitely a definite.

"Tis the season to be jolly, Blackhold. Not to wear hats."

But she did look incredible in his head gear.

Kai smoothed her sunset orange and gold ombre dress as she waited with a smile, a happy butterfly.........until someone was seated in one of the two empty chairs across from her. The someone......was the someone in the office who decided that he was her fashion police. Mr. Suit.....Mr. NOT-Bruce Wayne.....Mr. Charles Demetri.....*sigh*

Before she even had a chance to speak he put his forefinger up and told her not to say anything. Really? Was he even ruder than usual? Was that possible? She tried to remember the sort of semi positive meeting between her niece and his nephew....but... She audibly sighed and turned her head away from him. "You could just say 'Hi' and pretend to not hate me." She wasn't going to let him wreck her time though. She had few friends and was the only magitoxicologist so far unless they hired someone new. She needed to make friends, not have Charlie mock her dress....which is what she was waiting for.



Kai was pleasantly taken by surprise when a beautiful blonde woman sat across from her. She introduced herself pleasantly and Kai immediately brightened and beamed a smile at her. The twenty six year old turned her attention completely to the new woman and extended her hand in friendship. "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Baines. My name is Annette K. Fern, but you can call me Kai if you like." Kai was beyond excited and probably showed it, another woman in the department and perhaps a coworker that wouldn't hate her like Mr. Demetri seemed to. "You are correct, I've been here for a year now and I welcome you to the Department of Accidents and Catastrophes. I am an Urgent Response Officer for the PART and tend to frequent the lab as well, so I am sure that we will be working together at some point." At least during meetings depending which section of A&C the woman was.

What better occasion to wear her new clothing purchases than the employee orientation for her new workplace? None! Well, getting a 'real' job was in fact the basis of her little, recent shipping spree, so yes. Appropriate indeed. In brand new canary yellow heels, Schuyler walked smoothly across the floor, the fabric of her blue dress catching the light and accentuating her figure. She wore a soft smile as her eyes scanned the small tables before her. So, speed meeting? How efficient. And fun!

There were quite a few tables that had both places occupied, but there was one nearby that had a vacant seat. And this table stood out to Schuyler. Well, not the table, per se. But the woman sitting there! The woman with the beautiful, colored attire and the hair... the hair that seemed to have no rival! Wow. It put Nigel Barrington, even Alec Summers, to shame. She was very beautiful and she gave off the impression of being nice, and Schuyler wanted to meet this woman.

Approaching the table with a smile, Schuyler greeted her. "Hi! Do you mind if I sit?" She already had her hand of the back of the chair.

As much as Delphine would hate to admit it, she was starting to feel more and more nervous as time ticked by. There was even a bit of foot tapping going on and slightly louder humming because, frankly, the silence was starting to get to her. She tried to concentrate on the sounds from the others talking but the lack of persons in front of her was making her feel uncomfortable.

That is, until her saviour came. One in the form of someone who was wearing a SPARKLY dress and some very high shoes indeed. Could she even walk in those? Because Merlin knew if Delphine tried to walk in shoes as high as those, she would be very likely to fall and take everyone else down with her. And then bad jokes would be made to ease the awkward tension in the air.

"You're shining bright today, Miss," she piped up, mentally thanking the woman, "Oh NO, dear, please help yourself." She even motioned to the chair but it didn't look like she needed to. "I'm Delphine, by the way, and I don't think I've seen you around before."

*grabs up two peoples like a bawsss*
 

Anybody????
 

The faint tap of her foot even though subtle had not gone unnoticed by Galen. He wouldn't have been any good at his job if he wasn't observant.Spell research sound interesting wasn't necessarily Galen's cup of tea but to each there own.She had a couple more questions for him the answers of which he decided to keep short and simple. [b] " Event Security actually," Before he could as more about her the buzzer sounded. " It was nice to meet you Marilyn." He started to stand and leave but she was already making her way to another table. Galen sat back down and took a drink of his water.

Ah, and there was his first conversation companion of the night! He'd met Marilyn multiple times before, and there was no doubt she'd left an impression. Women always made Sherman uncomfortable, and there was a point in time when he would have downright feared the likes of a lady such as the one before him now. He'd gotten a handle on that, but he still lamented the fact that she was stuck in the DMAC.

Her quick tongue and easy demeanor would have made a mighty fine liaison, no?

"And you, Miss Romalotti! How has the Ministry been treating you this evening? I hope everything is to your liking." That was the point of the event, after all. "I trust you're excited to get back to work?"

That wit, while Sherman would have put it to different use if given the choice, wasn't lost on A&C.

Aron was a lucky man, he was.

'Shining bright,' Schuyler liked that. And yes. She was. Her personal life was doing much better than it had been, she would soon be signing the lease to her new apartment, and she had landed an Environmental Protection job at the Ministry of Magic! Plus, she had an excuse to dress up, and that was always a plus.

"Thank you," she smiled. For the compliment, and the seat. She smoothed her dress against the back of her thighs and sat down opposite the blonde. Honestly, how did one grow such lovely hair? "Delphine. That's really pretty." And original. She liked it, and her expression said as much.

"I'm sure you haven't. I was just hired with the Department of Environmental Protection, so I'm a bit of a newbie." Or more than 'a bit,' she supposed. All the same, she was excited to start. "And what's your department?"

"It's always nice to come back and acquaint oneself with the new blood." Marilyn's wide smile remained firmly in place as she casually adjusted herself in the seat; leaning forward slightly. She'd wanted to make sure he could hear her well enough, without either of them having to strain themselves. In fact, she often felt concern for the older man. Mostly due to him being a fine leader. "...and yes! Very much so. Of course, I attribute some of that to me being fed up with Winter holidays. I couldn't get those Christmas decorations put away fast enough."

Honestly, the mess it had made...Marilyn abhorred clutter and disorder in her home, but Olivia had been excited for it. It was a case of 'When your children guilt-trip the bless out of you...'

"What about you, Minister Clark? Are you prepared for the new year? Anything you're particularly looking foward to?"...Also, why hadn't she stopped and helped herself to a cocktail before seating herself? This had been poor planning.

Wasn't she a polite woman? And young, too, by the looks of it. Merlin, so young! Delphine wondered whether she was old enough to be working yet as she smiled back at the other woman. Surely, she was still a university student, yes? Then what in the name of Merlin was she doing at the Ministry? Enjoy your youth while it lasts, kiddo.

"Thank you," For the compliment and for joining her. "I got it for my birthday." And here was bad joke number one to ease the tension, if there was any. "What's your name, by the way? Because I hardly want to be calling you the Sparkly Dressed Woman in the future."

Well this, if anything, certainly explained the looking young part. "Oh, a newbie! You must be incredibly excited about all of this." Had the event lived up to her expectations? "And now I know who to come to if I face a vicious plant that's after my life." At this point, the older woman gave the younger one a wide beam, as if to say that she was joking. But seriously, if she did face any dangerous plant of any kind, she was going to contact this lady here. "I work in the Minister's Office, actually. A paperwork department, if you ask me."

Pause.

Long pause.

"I'm the Senior Undersecretary, by the way." Yes, hello! Was that a scary enough title?

Color...allergies? And....HAT allergies? If it was a situation requiring some sort of decorum and tact, Rhydian might have shouted. As it was, the table edge connecting with his thighs as he tried, and failed miserably, to shoot to his feet cut off all immediate verbal shock. A wince, a groan and he sat back down, barely noticing how the table - and his hat - had jostled.

Unsettled by this news, particularly that of the hats, Rhydian gave the woman a wary eye and inched his poor, badgered hat back towards himself. "I believe the proper terminology is color blindness and lice."

And, suspecting lice was the worst case, Rhydian picked his hat up and flipped it over, peering as much as he dared for the darting white ticks. Merlin, it would be the last time he would lend his hat to anyone. If it was infested.....

Hello? What was this now? He nearly dropped his hat as his mouth unhinged itself. "Not the season? Ms. Dodderidge, it is always the season for hats. One never quite looks right without them. You just have to find the right one."

Maybe that was her problem. Maybe she had never had a good hat in her life before. "Once you find one, you can't go back."

.... Excuse -- what?

Colour blindness and LICE?

"I believe the proper personality traits are arrogant and looking-for-a-smack." Her eyebrow rose and so did she. Rose from her seat, that was. She made sure that she hadn't left anything, but also that she had time to shove his hat onto his head and tut at him. "Your mother must not have made you aware that accusing a lady of lice is improper." And with that, Eliora flipped her hair over her shoulder and made off towards the buffet.

Lice.. Psh..

She bet that HE was the one with the lice problem.

Oh, and things had been looking so good. His loss, obviously.

Well, yes and no, respectively? He might be one of the first people to admit that arrogance was a key trait of his. But looking for a smack? No. No thank you. And that little offer had him pulling back a bit.

Merlin, he'd just commented on her not wanting of a hat. And how helpful he had been giving her suggestions to help her find a good one. It wasn't every day that people were so generous about such important secrets.

And then of all things she was making comments about his mother! Indignation went along with his arrogance. "My mother had more important things than to----"

And his hat was back on his head with a force from the lady. Really? She probably squished it!

With a huff, Rhydian yanked it back off and pushed out the center, eyeing the woman as she left. There might have been a few mutters about bees in bonnets and ants in her pants that went along with the lice comment. Seriously, some people didn't know how to take words with good graces.

Only a person who actually had lice and was embarrassed about it, would react so defensively. At least, that's what he told himself as he drummed his fingers on the table. One moment, another and then as soon as the buzzer when, he was pushing himself up and leaving.

He should have suspected this wouldn't go over quite as well as planned.

Schuyler grinned and shook her head when the other woman mentioned that she got her name for her birthday. A little cheesy, but Schuyler liked it. It was just the sort of thing her dad would say. "Schuyler," she answered. "My name's Schuyler Emmons." Hmm, sparkly dressed? "I think it's more shimmery, no?" She looked down at her own dress. Maybe sparkly just made her think sequins, and Schuyler was NOT a sequins person. There was a smile on her lips when she lifted her head again. "Sparkly dressed woman does sound pretty cool, though." Schuyler, the sparkly dressed woman, ooh.

She WAS excited, could Delphine tell? The smiles and fancy dress may have given it away. "Oh, I'll do my best to come to your rescue then!" Should a human-eating plant ever attack this lovely-haired lady. She listened as Delphine explained that she worked in a 'paperwork department.' Also known as the Minister's Office.

"Aah," Schuyler nodded. "Well, Senior Undersecretary sure sounds like a good title. So, next step is over-secretary?" Kidding. Gosh, that corniness earlier must have rubbed off on her.