"Yes, Michael, we're eating," Mike was saying, giving Sandy a wink. "It's not your hashbrowns, but we're eating. I'm making southwestern eggs, which could use your hashbrowns mixed in-- No, no, --Dammit, don't tell me how to cook them, it's too late for that. Yes, okay. Okay, everything's fine here, too. Yes, that was him. I'll tell him you said hi. Okay. Okay. Bye, Michael."

And Mike was laughing as he hung up. "The phone call," he said as he dished out the eggs, "was fine."