[Nodding, Angela hesitantly steps inside the office and lets her purse straps slip down her arm until the entire thing is being held in her hand, turning to close the door behind her. Inside is the aforementioned creamers and sugar packets, and she leans the bag on Cameron's desk to get them before being distracted by something off to the side. Her eyes are drawn to the two little dolls sitting on the edge of the desk and she can't help but reach out towards one--the evil one--to stroke a finger along it.]
a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;
These are cute. Who made them for you?