[littl3chocobo]

smiling softly he reached out for a cookie. "no more boring than anyone else. he is not the sort to give anything away. buy the information or sell it, that he will understand." the smile fell as he quietly ate. "...there is a convenience store across town on one-twenty-seventh street and vine, it sells little dishes of a cake called 'tres leche', buy two and when he comes over next offer him the cake with strawberry-halves in syrup and whipped cream, real not artificial. let him eat one but don't eat the other, he loves the stuff and if you ask nicely he might be willing to share a little more about himself. when he answers you then give him yours, this took me years to find out but it works like a dream"