Mr. Fishburn is already at the door, waiting for Lydia to arrive. She's familiar with the parlor -- not too elaborate, but very large and inviting for a funeral home. He is wearing a dark suit, and his usual Masked appearance. There is still the unfortunate smell of death which perpetually clings to him, and something about him makes Lydia a bit uneasy. Still, his smile is warm and genuine.
"Please come in." After she enters, he closes the door behind them and locks it in one fluid motion. "I have set aside the rest of the evening for us, should you so wish it. Mr. Archer is in the next room, and is ready to serve us. Do you require anything right now?"
Mr. Fishburn smirks a little at the mention of the book. "To be honest, such propaganda rarely interests me. It is geared for and directed at the young who have yet to find their true purpose. And yes, Mr. Archer is my assistant."
"It is nice to have assistants. I have two of them and I am very grateful. They do help me keep up with things. The city has been so busy lately I find it hard to keep up sometimes." She smiles. "Here I go rambling, so sorry about that."
"Ramble all you want. We have all night!" His smile is genuine, regardless of the creepy feeling he radiates. "Is this a social visit, or do we have business tonight?"
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