"Mr. Manqueller. How have you been?"

I turn, and - "Mr Sagert. What a pleasant surprise. I hope I find you well?" Thank heavens, the man has saved me. And his company is, indeed, pleasant.

I look around for a place to set my cup down, shift it to my other hand, and finally wedge it among the quilts where it will not spill. I clasp his hand warmly. "I hope Excolo is treating you well. You came through - recent events - without too much trouble, I hope?"

I wonder if perhaps I should invite him for tea? It is not a cold day, but perhaps he would care to sit down.