Oh, you're a king? I should have bowed, shouldn't I have? Well, I can fix that.

[Pippin can execute a nice courtly bow. He's spent time in Gondor, after all! So he offers one to Fergus, grinning, and then straightens to put his hand on the big man's arm, ready to lead him on.]

Come along, your majesty, the best pub I've found so far is this way.