"Why the face Mews?" Quigley asks as he drops two ham and Gruyere crepes down onto the counter. "I hope you're hungry for brunch-these crepes are excellent and quite filling.
"Oh, I'm fine, just having a bit of a time composing this invitation to Mrs Snodgrass. Normally, I would have completed such a mundane task in a heartbeat-but I'm finding myself at a loss for words. It feels a bit disingenuous to invite her over only to pick her brain for information."
"Mews, I thoroughly understand. However, a gentleman's tasks are not always easy. Don't over analyze this Mews. You know it needs to be done. Now, take a break and enjoy this crepe-I bought it from Perierra Crepes on Hawthorne. Delicieux!"