"What the hell is this?" Micheal exclaimed, coming out of his office as quickly as he had walked in. Pam reluctantly looked up from her computer to address the situation and felt her jaw drop. His favorite mug was deeply encased in jello. She did her best to prevent a smile to pull at the corners of her mouth, but it was a hard fought battle.
"Jim," Micheal scrunched up his face at the closest salesman and dropped the plate of jello on his desk. "What the hell is this?"
"Just sharing the wealth, boss," Jim smiled up at him, his dimples appearing in his genuine happiness. "You really seemed to like Dwight's jello."
"That doesn't mean..." Micheal huffed, his frown becoming more pronounced. In Pam's opinion, whenever he frowned, his nose got bigger.
"The Temp thought it was cool." Jim swiveled his chair to face Ryan across the room who stared at him, shell shocked that he was suddenly involved.
Micheal's frown lessened, but he was still grumbling as he picked the jello back up and headed into back into his office. Jim waited a good fifteen minutes before sauntering up to Pam's desk as if he had 'swag'.
He slowly leaned over the desk, put his chin in his hand and gave her a smug smile.
"So how was your weekend, Beasley?" he asked her nonchalantly.
"That was the best," She giggled happily, grinning at him without reserve, applauding him. "The BEST."
The two of them joked together for a few more minutes, losing track of time with ease, while Micheal sat in his office glaring at Jim's back, begrudgingly eating his mug out of a seemingly endless amount of jello.
"Ryan?" Micheal called him from his office, making the temp wince. "Can you come help me eat all this?"
"I'm allergic to jello." Ryan made the excuse quickly, avoiding eye contact.
"Yeah well," Micheal was frowning again, and Pam was explaining to Jim her thoughts on his nose. "I'm going to be allergic to it to by the time I'm done."