[Bridge returns the wave, shuts the notebook, and gets up, making an exaggerated bow that he hopes is elegant.]

None other than my very own Royal Artist! I am honored to have your presence.

[He then looks down at the notebook.]

Plotting things to do to Spike while he's asleep. [He then grins.] Nah, just kidding. Sometimes I like to keep a journal off the journals- somewhere where my innermost thoughts aren't broadcast all over the three, you know.