"Quite well, I see, but then I probably wouldn't know work if it jumped up and bit me. At least that's what my grandparents always said."
He moved from the door jamb and approached the desk, Wallace following close behind. "The name's Julian Travers," he said, extending his hand for a shake and taking the opportunity to eye the other surreptitiously. Quite cute. "I was a friend of Daniel Fawley's, and I volunteer with the kids. They love to play with Wallace here. And what sort of humdrum do they have you doing, eh?"