"Well thanks." A nod, "And you, my friend, are welcome back anytime." He tossed Soren a salute before going to rescue some Gweat Awt™ from being used as a cleaning-cloth by the artist's older sibling.
All in all it was closer to twenty minutes before he returned, a tiny bottle-blonde on his arm, "Dinky, this is the guy at table seven, guy, this is Dinky, she's taking over for me."