God, the accents. At least Andy's was better than Michael's. When Michael tried British accents (which he did a lot now that they were in the UK), he sometimes sounded like Steve Irwin.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

When she returned, she was carrying a large plate heaped high with steak and kidney pie, as well as mashed potatoes, peas, and, off to one side, a large chunk of bread pudding. She handed it off to Andy.

"So...how are things back in Scranton?" She had gone back earlier in the summer, but not being a glutton for punishment, she hadn't dropped by Dunder-Mifflin, and so she had no idea how all the others back at the office were doing.