[Ring ring. The phone is ringing and the scruffy dude is sleeping, so while Violet is walking past, she dangles over the desk and scoops up the phone, poking the sleeping dragon while she's at it.

The person on the other end of the phone gets to hear the most chipper of all voices.]

Hello, you've reached the Karthur Institute, this is Alexandrina speaking, how may I direct your call, Sir or Madame? [She pauses to listen. 'sup, bro.] Oh, I'm so sorry to have to tell you, but I'm afraid he's died. It was rather sudden. You're welcome to make a small donation to a charity of your choosing in his honor or a floral arraignment that I will personally make sure his friends and family receive... Yes, mhmm. Have a super day!

[And that is how you answer a damn phone.]