The reach for his phone was more like a fumble, but Sparkle persevered. Sort of. He'd managed to avoid not dropping his phone on the floor and cracking his screen, but he'd nearly knocked over his coffee in the process, and he had dropped his twine while he was at it.

Dammit. Now he had to go crawling on the floor to get it. Which was what he was in the process of doing when he answered his phone.

"Mornin'."