*is, at present, looking around for Glorfindel (things have been better between them today, when they were able to sleep in and wake up together and aren't you glad he's not saying any of this out loud?)*
*runs into you first, unfortunately, probably inevitably, when it's clear you were looking for him particularly* *smiles genuinely enough (though he's thoroughly gobsmacked to see you here)* Salgant. I'm glad you could make it. Have you had a drink or a— *rethinks "hot dog", not wanting to provide you with any easy fodder* —or something to eat?