"I am a man of mystery and great power. The FBI might possibly want me. Many people might want me." Eric stood, his chin lifted. Yes, he was master of all he surveyed, even with a bit of mustard on his shirt.
"And I'm greatly disappointed in the Mistress of the Cake! How dare you forget something so important." He held the stern look for a little while before laughing. "Dude, what the hell are you doing here?"
He took a few steps closer, not sure how one greeted another person he'd met sort of previously. It wasn't like they were total strangers, and she did have that "hug me" feel to her. She was cute; he dug it.
"Got the Tas-guy-man-thing with ya?" Of course, she did, but still was nice to ask. "How's he doing?"