[Put that smile away, missy. Lorenz gives her a Look, still frowning, and he is so ready to turn down brunch and go lock himself in his room for at least twelve hours until she threatens him with phone calls? That is a threat. He grimaces, looking down and putting a hand over his face. No.....]

No, no. No, we are not having this conversation. You will stay right where you are and sit quietly. [do NOT touch that phone!] I am going to... change. Then we may see about brunch.

[So there, she will get her hush meal. It's obviously the lesser of, hmm, many evils, but she has to agree to behave while he goes and puts on a shirt that isn't a day old. He raises an eyebrow and waits for this confirmation. Ahem.]