Warming my feet by the fire, I pour another cognac for my guest.
“Oh yes, I’m always been quite interested in your work, particularly how long you’ve managed to evade the authorities. You see, I believe that I have an entire fertile new ground that could require your services, sir.”
Mr. Greely didn’t say anything. But he smiled as his long fingers swirled brandy inside the snifter and he inhaled deeply of it.
“There are certain establishments, you see. And the children are known to run wild within them, delinquents uncontrolled by their criminally negligent parents. Terrible mischief sir, quite terrible. Running, screaming, wanton destruction of property.”
Greely’s eyes sparkled beneath the brim of his battered silk top-hat.
“Something really must be done sir. I’m lead to believe that such is your business, is it not? Perhaps a visit from a certain wagon might be arranged?”
What person whom you don’t know very well in real life — it could be a blogger whose writing you enjoy, a friend you just recently made, etc. — would you like to have over for a long chat in which they tell you their life story?