“Larry,” Lance took the call, knowing full well the busy café was no place to conduct business. “Is it ten already? My bad. Yeah. Yeah, no, now’s okay… I’m sure you have more important things to do than accommodate my nonschedule. ‘Sup?

“Mmhmm,” Lance pulled some folded papers out of his back pocket and smoothed them out on the table next to his breakfast, scanning the information again. “Seriously? Huh. Because, dude, I didn’t get anything like that. Seriously. But me and business stuff? Sh’yeah, right. I probably misplaced a decimal or something. Der. I will totally take your word for it. Bridgette said no? Hah. Women, right? Too bad I handle the money, eh? Riiiight. So I’ll just run this by my accountant—

“No, no. I insist. Just in case I’m missing anything else, right? I mean, how much would it suck if I were messing with your money? Totally uncool. I would so not appreciate people being shady with me, so. My accountant will…

"Huh. Really? I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you or anything.

“Alright. Then we’re considering it all settled? And Bridgette can expect her shipments uninterrupted? Well then, great. Nice talkin’ to you, man.”

A/N: Lance the businessman amuses me.