Eliot in Fred's tiny car was kind of a hilarious sight. He did not look 'smooth' getting into the thing. But who did? Pointing that out might make him jump out of the thing while it was in motion. Ergo, nothing was said on the subject. At least Fred had a car. Buffy's main mode of transportation was on her feet. Eliot's bike looked a bit like a death trap. And with the lack of other options, Buffy was glad someone had been willing to loan her their car without too many questions. She hadn't been sure if Xander had a car, but didn't want him being nosy about why she needed one.
Buffy maneuvered the car along a curve in the road. "So we're gonna pretend that's what you're really doing, huh?" She nodded to herself, taking in that 'fact'. "Okay. We can do that. Or you could risk telling me what's really going on, since I don't remember you saying that you dabbled in this stuff part-time. Granted, I was a little tipsy that night. But I think I remember you saying you didn't like the Lux. Two and two doesn't seem to be adding up to four here."
She indicated right with the blinker. "If there's a confidentiality issue, I get it. I guess." The last two words had been thrown out there in complete honesty. She was used to 'being in the loop' or having people begging to tell her their weird problems. Here, it was different. There were lots of people who, like her, were willing to help. "I guess I just wanted you to know that if there was something going on, going down - whatever, you can always ask me for my help."
Buffy scratched her nose, peering at him. Kind of a closed-book guy. "Who are the owners, anyway?" She was very clearly fishing for information, and not shy about it. She even offered him an innocent grin before explaining, "I'm nosy."
They had been driving for a while, and just when Eliot might have thought that she was going to leave him in the middle of 'no-where-in-particular', there was the sign for the Mini Golf Place. "If we're really lucky we might get Jules to autograph your hand or something."
The place had Chinese-inspired lanterns strung up, and they were turned on even though the sun was still in the sky. People were milling around, sitting at round tables with faded red and yellow umbrellas, or trying to master the putting hole with Humpty Dumpty. It was low-key, casual, and it looked fairly worn down. But if they'd been in business for a while, the business must be good - constant.