[He's about as together as he is going to get with his hair standing on end (and it really is kind of ridiculously flippy when it's not being tamed by braid nor time spent away from a bar and closer to a mirror) and his clothes all untucked; he loosened his collar at some point in the evening but has somehow, thus far, managed to avoid spilling anything substantial -- granted, with the darker clothes it's a little harder to tell.

And now there are crumbs! Because he is managing to fumble his pretzel things. F.]

Wah, I think, I am steadier than these snacks -- they are much too small -- who thought of these-- [well, maybe two of them have escaped him thus far, but he manages to secure the rest a bit sheepishly] Sorry, I'll try to be better company? You don't have to be. You can just be Tenn.

I am glad you're here.

[He more or less already said that but what is object permanence.]