*arches an eyebrow (having fended off your totally illegal hair-messing maneouvres)* Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend-my-boss? *raises her eyebrows for confirmation of the identity of your other half and is more than a little relieved to hear that the rough patch (or whatever it was) is over*
's cool. Egalmoth brought grown-up alcohol if you want some of that. And there is always food left over. Can't have Glorfindel wasting away. But you need a drink. You're happy.