"Well, I'm G-"
The poor (literally and figuratively) man is cut off.
"That pale-skinned oaf is Gary, I'm Rose, and our little darling here is Fiona."
"I'm Fiona! I'm a quarter elf, mommy says!"
"Shuhs, Fiona, shush!"
Oblivious to her mother's commands, Fiona continues.
"And this is teddy! He's a bear!"
The child motions to her raggedy toy - who, predictably, doesn't speak.
". . ."
"Well, I'd like the job done-"
"He wants the job done quickly, and I want the food preserved."
"And Teddy and I want all of the teeny tiny bugs squished! Not the big ones, the tiny ones!"
The party would have to inquire further to get better criteria...