*almost runs right into you, his initial surprise melting in favor of a thousand-watt smile* Of all the gin joints in all the towns... *leans over everything you're carrying to kiss your cheek* I hope you're not going to eat all of that yourself.
*gesturing to his companion* This is Phoebe; I've mentioned her before? It seems we're recording a song together. *turning back to Phoebe* Phoebe, this my Gl- *backs up, corrects himself (though really, it wasn't a wrong)* This is my husband, Glorfindel.