Lisa actually laughed at the thoroughness of his response, and she waved a hand at him shaking her head. "God, no. Thanks, but don't go to that sort of trouble. I can owl him myself." Not that she would. She wasn't some bloody stalker who had to know his every move. "And then kick his arse when he gets back, of course." She gave Eli a playful sort of grin.
A month, fuck.
But what was a month, really? It was going to take her a bloody month to get through these fucking pictures anyway. She took a long drink of her ale, draining it past the halfway mark all at once. "So I guess you're stuck with us not-your-regulars for a few weeks, then."