Sypha & Strange
Stephen had come to socialize as much as he had come to eat. He was still somewhat getting his bearings after his return from that time hop. Even with his damn good memory, he couldn't seem to fully recall which faces were new and which were ones he'd seen before. However, he did recognize Sypha. Strange had gathered that she was indeed a newcomer. And a magic-wielder at that, which would always be a point of interest for Stephen.
So he'd circle around to walk beside her, greeting her with a little wave of his fingers. "It's Sypha, right? I just wanted to thank you again for your help with the turkeys. They would have been a real pain in the ass to deal with alone."