*turns up in due course, dressed to the nines, with a lithe little blonde in tow* *snags champagne for herself and her date before scanning the crowd for familiar faces*
*spots you in a knot of fellow partygoers and makes her way toward you* *cheerfully* Buttercup! Nice gig, man. Can't even tell it's a tent. *curls her arm comfortably around her date's shoulders* Carrie, this is Lord Glorfindel. Glorfindel, Carrie. She's a yoga instructor. Double-jointed. Score.