Eyes sparkling, Sirius vaulted onto the table. Like most pub tables, it was a little bit wobbly, but sturdy, and he rode the rock like it was a boat deck.
"OI! EVERYBODY. THIS IS FAELAN. HE WANTS YOU ALL TO SAY HI."
He pulsed his hands up, gesturing for a response, and quite a few people called back "HI!" or "HI, FAELAN!"
With a smirk and a bow, Sirius hopped down, sat, and pulled Gaius into his lap, belated remembering a breath charm that hinted of lemon and clove.