"Difficult programming to reroute?" Beth asks with a smirk, entertained by how open he is about that particular brand of hardwiring. If only it were actually true. Eli had better manners than most; most men she'd flirted with or taken the time to see in the past had fallen a little short in that area, and their attempts to impress had been incredibly subtle, if they'd been there at all.

"You definitely don't want him catching wind of it. There might be a swordfight involved. He's asked me every week for the last forever," she agrees, that smile of hers turning just a little bit grim. They certainly appreciated all of their regular customers, but some of them were more eccentric than others.

She reaches for her purse, sliding the strap over her shoulder as she looks past him towards Charlie's room. "You know, I think we might just be able to escape Middleton Inquisition."