"You know I find it offensive that you think me taking an interest in your life means I am lacking a hobby," Yoko says, cornering Kame near the copy machine that never works- the one he uses when he just wants to pretend like he's trying to fix it and really he is just trying to overhear the water cooler talks happening a few feet away. "I like to notice the details."

"Here, we call that stalking," Kame informs him, and jabs at the large red button. It doesn't work. He tries three more times, and his paper gets jammed in the feeder instead.

Yoko leans against the doorframe. "No, here we call that caring about subordinates and knowing things about them, in order to foster a good relationship."

"Miida got a new haircut last week and you never noticed," Kame says. "It would only be useful if you applied this level of 'attention to detail' to your filing cabinets."

"My filing cabinets don't have feelings," Yoko sniffs. "They don't count."

"No, but I do," Kame replies, and finally succeeds in yanking his paper out of the top, "and I tend to feel rather annoyed when I'm the one who has to pull late hours to stay and help you organize them."

Yoko regards him silently for a long second. "Break room was out of non-fat, non-dairy creamer again, wasn't it?"

"Fuck off," Kame kindly informs him, and refuses to give Yoko the affirmative reply he's looking for.