Cold, much? The entire conference room fixed their disapproving stares at him as if he were the Dark Lord reincarnated. What in Merlin's beard was wrong with these people? He brought doughnuts! DOUGHNUTS! And when you're offered these perfectly rotund sugary delights, guess what, you eat them! Apparently not on level six. Here, they'd rather nibble on bland sticks meant for rabbits. Know what, he'd eat the entire box alone in all their deadly, heart-attack inducing glory.

Fuming on the inside, but on the outside, an ever-smiling, oh-so-glad-to-be-here expression adorned his face. "Thank you for having me, Miss Schultz." He flashed boss lady a grin, and waved at his colleagues; one was noshing on carrots, and the one he sat next to was enjoying a radish. Noooo. Brows furrowed, he turned to the Asian lady, unable to hide his disquiet as he eyed the veggie in her hand. "Yes . . ." He lied on impulse, but then remembered the giant logo of the bakery covering the box. Hastily he added, "No . . . err . . . no, it's a shame, but I did not make them . . . sadly." And sighed.

Merlin, He was famished; another second and he'd sink to the floor. Since he was no more in a mood of sharing, thanks to the health freaks, he grabbed the box and slid it closer to himself. And the meeting began.

Flying Carpet Symposium? Really now? A question loomed in his mind, poking at him to be released. He kept on ignoring it as he munched on a jelly doughnut, the strawberry filling sticking to the corner of his mouth. When the itch to question did not subside, Blake opened his mouth to interrupt right when Miss Schultz opened the floor for discussion. "Why?" He blurted out, the strawberry jelly still occupying the corner of his lips. "Brooms, as we all know, have undergone tremendous transformation; they're now comfortable, faster, and better equipped to seat multiple passengers. So, what purpose does it serve to revive Flying Carpets?" Sounding like a git, wasn't he? If it's any consolation, he wasn't trying to be one. "If we do lift the ban on carpets, a regulatory subdivision would need establishing, a clear hassle, no? Not to mention, the issue of muggle sighting and affordability still stands." He leaned back in the plush chair, eagerly awaiting a response as he slightly loosened his tie.