*keeps a close eye on these proceedings throughout dinner (and several more drinks), taking careful note of the way your boyfriend seems to have acquired the attention span of a goldfish*
*exchanges many a whispered (read: giggled) plan with Gil-galad before settling on one as dinner turns to dancing*
*squees appropriately as they watch the happy couple's first dance and then turns back to her companion, as other couples start to filter out onto the floor* Are you ready? I'm going in. *gets up out of her chair and walks to your table, schooling her expression into one of perfect benign interest*
*clearing her throat to get your attention* My lord? Would you do me the honor?