“It’s all right, Archer. Everybody calm down.” Fisher hadn’t changed his position. He was still sprawled out in his chair in a very relaxed manner, but he’d shielded his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his smile. He looked down and coughed, appearing to pull himself together. “You can leave the plates for now. And the dessert. Just set it on the table, and you can all go. Thank you.”
