"Hello, Miss van Dyne," he said, remaining a respectable distance. He suddenly clutched the edge of his cape with one hand and there was a tensely muttered 'Do not.' The cape obediently stayed in place. Once it seemed like that business was done, he managed a tight smirk. "Sorry. The Cloak of Levitation likes waving at new arrivals. Mind of its own. Just like the universe that has drawn you here."
It was hard to act zen-like and cosmically knowledgeable, when one tip of the cape's collar was wriggling and waving around at Hope.
Strange tried to ignore it. Which was probably a good idea all around.
"Before I give you the 'I'm sorry for breaking time' gift package...about which? I'm sorry. Magic related accident," he confessed, nodding up at the dizzying array of tea and things that could be added to it. "I really could use some tea. What do you recommend for a green tea with honey addict?"