"Mr. Mews, do come in. At last, we finally meet. I have my cook mixing up some crab cakes for us-would you like a cocktail? How about a kir royale to start things out. I do adore a reason for a late afternoon champagne."
"Yes, sounds lovely Mrs Snodgrass. That's sounds just about right."
"Good. I do hope we can get started off on the right foot. There seems to be a tremendous amount of rumors running wild in the building-perhaps it's up to us to set things straight being the, well, more mature denizens of Hoyt Street. It's been ages since we last talked. It seems that I'm spending more time in my Florida penthouse than I do here anymore. I suppose I've become one of those snowbirds. Oh look, here come the crab cakes now. Do sit before they get cold."