You're not crazy, [he replies, with his usual sunny smile.] What's a meeting without refreshments? Come in, sit--the seat nearer the door, if you would.

[He gestures the younger man inside the room before him, following after and finding his way unerringly to the other chair--dusting the faintest tracery of a glyph from the back of it before taking his seat.]

So where would you prefer to start, other'n with the cookies? A little more about your world, or this "video" you mentioned.