*stands back and dusts himself off* Oh, Grandpa's got an assignment. We're here 'til next week. Uncle Elwë's pouting about you and Lúthie not coming around for, like, ever. Of course. *grins* Usually he starts the day after you guys leave. I'm totally gonna tell him you have a girrrrlfriend and you're getting marrrried. He'll prolly have her tailed or something.
*glancing back toward the restaurant* Where did you meet her? She's really familiar somehow. *punches your arm, hard* I may have flirted a little. Or a lot.