"Ah, Mr Lenin, good of you to come by," Mr Mews said closing the door. Jon Lenin stepped inside, nodded, and then waited for instructions. "Please take a seat. I'll have the coffee ready in just a moment," Mews said heading for the kitchen.
"No bother. I don't drink coffee," Lenin said with a gruff stern voice.
"I don't drink tea either. Both coffee and tea plantations contribute to the deforestation of the native ecosystems of their given region. I wish also to avoid contributing to the exploitation of the indigenous populations by multinational corporations and their stockholders."
"I see," Mews said looking through his cupboards. Well, how about a cup of hot water and lemon?"
"I'll take nothing thank you. I'm currently on a breatharian diet. Just a deep breath of pure air will suit me just fine-and it's a guilt free pleasure. Now, please tell of your business with me Mr Mews. I'm guessing this has something to do with Regis McBain?"