"This evening, never fear - the cooks would have my head upon a pike to warn others if I dared miss a meal without due cause." The dark-haired elf cuffs Glorfindel like a misbehaving puppy, cheerfully enumerating threats of scrubbing the road off of him under the ice water of the scullery pup as he hauls the taller elf off. Considering the threats are made in Sindarian, the threats are only partially caught by the maids, and Glorfindel is laughing too hard to be taking them seriously, clearly.