hypothetical:

ive got a glock-9 to your sweet, sweet nanna's temple. she made you cookies today cause... thats what nannas do and why theyre so beloved and so, so special. and the cookies are at the cusp of over-browning in the oven. nanna knows. nanna knows you know. i am chaotic-neutral. i am only here to deliver a message.

nanna tells you "oh, braveContrarian. its so good to see you. its been sooo long. are you hungry? i can whip up a carbonara in a jiffy, sweet-heart. oh, theres someone from russia who downloaded themselves into my computer. could ya believe that? they want $500 dollars or theyre gonna blow up the computer ... and my blanket collection is in the same room and you know how i feel about my blankets since your pa-pop passed last year cause of that springtime cold-snap."

she also says "braveContrarian, this young man here says if you join the CIA we all can have hot chocolate & cookies. oh, theyre your favorite cookies, too. can you be a nice boy to nanna and join the CIA?"

CHECK.