Napoleon watched with amused interest as Illya picked up and rearranged the three folders on his desk.
"Are you planning a card trick?" he asked.
"These three reports are all due today but I'll only get two of them done before I have to head out for that dead drop," Illya replied, ignoring his partner's teasing tone. "I'm trying to decide which to prioritise."
"Just do what I do," Solo suggested.
"What would that be?"
"Get someone who ranks below you to do the third one."
Napoleon ducked as a stapler was flung, with force, across the room towards him.