That’s ironic (in a bad way) that she didn’t have patience for you to put your brain together. I’m shy and HATE using the phone, so am sometimes awkward (while doing my best to sound perky and polite).
I remember messing around on the family computer before dial-up, making masterpieces with MS Paint. When we did get internet, I would go on the American Girl Doll site and play their little flash games. I don’t remember specifically, but I’m sure I had a time limit. Or one of my parents would come along and say, “Time to wrap it up. I need to call somebody.”
“Aggressive negotiations” = negotiations with a lightsaber