She pursed her lips as her eyes considered him. Her expression would be familiar to Francis; she was planning. "You... I know you wouldn't do that."
Poppy tugged on his sleeve, protesting in a hushed tone. "Francis!" The phone rang twice before Phos picked up. "Hello?"
Francis grinned devilishly at her. "Hey This. You're aware of 'The Tilt', right? When Poppy is being stubborn?"
He would be able to hear the confusion on the other end. “I’m sorry? Who is this?” Poppy leapt for the phone, trying to grab it out of Francis’ grasp.
“Francis,” Phos murmured. “Right. What’s going on?” Poppy frowned and raised a hand, positioning her fingers around his earlobe.