Q hummed and nodded, then pulled out his phone as it let out a chirp.

"For some of us, work isn't so simple. Jobs can't be handed off," he sighed, reading the text, then frowning to himself.

"I'm sorry Rob, I need to make a quick call. I won't be a moment," he promised as he got to his feet to take the phone outside. -Even if it hadn't been sensitive, he'd never be so rude as to take a work call at a dinner table.