"I've got a game." Pam couldn't help but giggle at the look Jim had on his face. It was positively child-like.

"Ok, what's the game?"

"We see what can last as long as this timer."

"What? Jim, that sounds silly." The phone rang. She held up a finger. "Dunder-Mifflin, this is Pam."

Jim turns the timer over. "You have to keep talking until the timer is up."

She looked at him curiously and smiled. "Mr. Tucker, you know what? I didn't ask you how your day is going."

Jim beamed while Pam continued chatting with the client for three minutes.