Merry's hands were in his pockets, so he gave her another fake tip of his hat. "Merry. Brandybuck. I suppose I should call work and tell them I'm going to be late."
He pulled out his phone. And then stopped again, but for an entirely different reason. He appeared to have a text message... from himself. A few swipes later, he was greeted by a photo of his cousin and a young blonde woman, namely Rose Tyler. "Great," he muttered. "Must have grabbed the wrong phone..."
The text itself was from Frodo, confirming this.
Merry sighed, trying to recall his work number from memory. Hopefully Eowyn would pick up. He glanced at still-somewhat-of-a-mystery woman. "You mind if I sit down, Miss Magnus? And there's no chance you're about to make a ridiculous amount of coffee, is there?"