Lily peeked her head around a rack of postcards in the Gift Shop.
K.C. was just pocketing the change from his purchase.
"Oh, hello Lily. I was just on my way to..."

Another head hoved into view behind Lily's as he emerged from the shop. It was male, blonde, and very, very tall.

...the salon. Er, do we have company for dinner?"

"No, no. But I thought maybe you'd like to meet my chauffeur, Luke Hefflefinger."

"Just your chauffeur, Lily?" the man asked mock-mournfully.

K.C.'s face fell a little.

She punched him in the shoulder. "And my cousin. Ninny."

"Pleased to meetcha." KC extended his hand. "K.C. Cormac's the name." Luke shook it firmly with a friendly smile.

"I must admit, sir, I had an ulterior motive besides looking after my cousin, here." he admitted. "I've heard about your car, and I was wondering if I might just take a peek? I'm a bit of a racing nut, myself."

"Well, she's gassed up and all ready to go out front, why don't we go take a look at her? Always happy to meet another racing man." K.C. looked pleased as punch.
They started out the grand front doors.

"And sir? I don't mean to pry, but why do you have a lemur on your shoulder?"