It's a petty little display of power, but it goes a long way to mollify his sore feelings. In the mean time, he gives the bit of pottery a final look over and when he's satisfied, tucks it away and gets to work. First he needs to decipher his fever-scrawled notes and get them into the computer. Some of it made sense, but large sections of it were practically illegible. He curses inwardly and sets to it... There's going to be a lot of backtracking.
When Price puts the mug down and turns it around, he raises an eyebrow and only just avoids scowling. He's not aware of why the act annoys him, but it does.
"I wasn't aware that mugs were designed with handedness in mind.” There's a hint of testiness to his voice as Leonard taps the spoon and out of pure habit puts it in his mouth to clean it before setting it aside. Having a wet spoon get coffee or tea on your workspace is simply unacceptable.
"Perhaps you should take the matter up with requisitions." He honestly couldn't care less what side of the damn mug the logo was on. There were far more important things to worry about than minor graphic design details. As if to drive the point home, he picks the mug up by the body, ignoring the handle altogether while he takes his first sip.
The warmth eases the scratchy pain of his throat he makes a soft sound of approval and for just a second a look of profound relief crosses his face. The first relief he's had since he started getting sick.
"I have some papers I'd like you review.” After setting the mug back down, he leans back to reach an old fashioned manila envelope that he'd had obscured in a larger collection of research materials. Leonard passes an eye over the envelope as if taking one last moment to judge if he should part with it before handing it out to Price. "At your convenience of course."
He picks up the mug and takes another sip. There's still time before he needs an answer. After all, reviewing the paperwork to approve a Smart AI is a frustratingly slow process. “But, I'd be very interested in your opinion.”
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When Price puts the mug down and turns it around, he raises an eyebrow and only just avoids scowling. He's not aware of why the act annoys him, but it does.
"I wasn't aware that mugs were designed with handedness in mind.” There's a hint of testiness to his voice as Leonard taps the spoon and out of pure habit puts it in his mouth to clean it before setting it aside. Having a wet spoon get coffee or tea on your workspace is simply unacceptable.
"Perhaps you should take the matter up with requisitions." He honestly couldn't care less what side of the damn mug the logo was on. There were far more important things to worry about than minor graphic design details. As if to drive the point home, he picks the mug up by the body, ignoring the handle altogether while he takes his first sip.
The warmth eases the scratchy pain of his throat he makes a soft sound of approval and for just a second a look of profound relief crosses his face. The first relief he's had since he started getting sick.
"I have some papers I'd like you review.” After setting the mug back down, he leans back to reach an old fashioned manila envelope that he'd had obscured in a larger collection of research materials. Leonard passes an eye over the envelope as if taking one last moment to judge if he should part with it before handing it out to Price. "At your convenience of course."
He picks up the mug and takes another sip. There's still time before he needs an answer. After all, reviewing the paperwork to approve a Smart AI is a frustratingly slow process. “But, I'd be very interested in your opinion.”