"Pfffttt," said Amaya, eloquently, with a snort, but a faint proud grin that she was hiding poorly in her drink.

"We'll just have to wait and see," she then decided, before turning the attention of the conversation onto him before she wound up getting a head so big she'd fall over all of a sudden.

"So how's being back from the trip?" she asked. "Getting back into the rhythm of things, I take it?"

She'd expect no less from Dwight, really.