Not. Happening.

"No, um, we're doing good, making good progress..." My outfit doesn't look suspicious, does it? "Maybe we'll join in in a bit?"

"I'll look forward to it!" And there he goes, stepping off as quickly as he stepped up, apparently oblivious to... everything?

"Oh my god!" Wow, that was a relief! And I seem to have oh-so-casually collapsed into Jeff's lap... what could pop up next, I wonder?