I loved it when the party's 1st level mage, a greasy, fawning loser who labors during the day as the Emporium's disreputable accountant, returned for his 2nd visit to Allustan's house armed with a gift...
In a halting, breathy voice disturbingly like that of Floyd the Barber on the Andy Griffith Show - for those old enough to remember - he presented his prize: a potted shrubbery for his "dear esteemed colleague and fellow partaker in the magical arts, Allustan."