Joly smiles at them as if they've just arrived, and no one's been having private conversations in front of him any ever. "Thank you both for bringing him. I'm so glad to have a chance to do him--and you--any good at all."

He waves at a couple of chairs near to the desk. There's a tray with real cups and a couple of thermoses on it. "Won't you--? I'm sure you both have questions."

About their father, and about people who should be dead and aren't.