"Stupid people with their taste," Priestly muttered. He took a deep breath, then walked in, for once not announcing his presence to the world as loud as possible. He tried to make like any other customer, just walking up to the counter.

"What can I get you?" Tish looked up to take his order, then gave him a once over and a small smirk. "Well, look at you, all snazzy."

Priestly smiled back, a little less subconscious, and cleared his throat. "Ms. Matheson," he said, all formal. Tish held up a hand.

"Hold it." Priestly opened his mouth to protest as Tish leaned over the counter. "I think we both know what you're going to ask. But I think there's one thing that we need to clear up, first."

Priestly stared, then shot a slightly despairing look at Dinah, and over to where Jen and Trucker sat, and Piper stood in front of her mural in progress. "Um, okay. What?"

"What's your first name?"

Son of a bitch.