Ford glanced over at Cash and ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth. Cash probably would be a department head soon, or at least sooner than Ford ever would. He came from money and his last name was Lestrange. But it was obvious from Cash's tone that there was no joy or anticipation in the prospect (and Ford could have guessed that even without reading his tone of voice, because he knew Cash better than that). He felt like he ought to say something comforting, but he didn't know what — and he didn't think it was really his place anymore, anyway. He looked back at his mug and chewed his lower lip.
"My tea's done," he announced.

Set by Lady!