It was a pleasure. To meet him. She'd been looking forward to it. These were all complete sentences, perfectly intelligible, they just happened to make no sense whatsoever when applied to this situation.
Did she even know what she was here about? Had Tuck not told her? Oh, fuck everything, he hadn't told her, had he?
Fortunately, the Friar saved him from having to come up with a response to that, and Stutely seized the distraction like it was a life raft. "Oh, uh, just a cuppa, Tuck, ta. Black."