Jordan: One sugar, just the way you like.
Francis: Thank you, Jordan.
Piama: [enters] Francis?
Francis: What, honey?
Piama: I just got off the phone with my mother. She sounded really upset that you didn't send a "thank you" note for Christmas.
Jordan: I mailed it yesterday, sir. You sent a tasteful card with a pressed wildflower inside.
Francis: I think you owe someone an apology.
Piama: He's good. [exits]
Jordan: Allow me, sir. [holds a handkerchief to Francis's nose before he sneezes]