"Jamie, what are you doing?" Ellen asked, walking into the room at precisely the correct moment.
"Hm? Oh, uh, I'm learning how to juggle." Jamie answered, before turning his attention back to the colorful plastic clubs in his hands. "Er, practicing, really. I learned a few years ago, but it's been a while."
"Okay, new question: why?" Ellen inquired, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing.
"Because, as I've said before, chefs tend to move around from restaurant to restaurant." Jamie told her, beginning to juggle. "And believe it or not, juggling is an important skill at the one I'm looking to move to next."
"Jamie, in what possible way would juggling clubs be useful for cooking?" Ellen asked, still not quite getting it.
"Well, I wouldn't be juggling clubs there, I would be juggling knives." Jamie clarified. "Besides, some restaurants have the chef cook in front of you, and that means doing tricks."
"Don't you hate performing in front of an audience, though?" Ellen sat down on the couch, and watched Jamie juggle the clubs. He wasn't bad; maybe a little rusty, but he was doing well at scrubbing off the rust.
"Oh, I do. Pay's better, though." Jamie candidly admitted. "Besides, dealing with your rogue's gallery has... opened me up, shall we say. I'm a little more open to performance in front of an audience."

I ran a fanart/fanfic contest at the end of 2014, and this submission was from forum user Horizon.