After a day of slim pickings, Theo was more than ready to follow his nose when he smelled something delicious cooking. When he saw the source of the scent was a restaurant, not a private home, he licked his lips. Score. He shifted his lute on his back and strolled on in.
"Hello!" he said, cheerful and boisterous. "I'm afraid I've been captured by that ambrosial fragrance -- what's cooking?"