"Jo Harvelle, runs the Roadhouse. And saves working accountants from ghosts." Charlie nodded. He wasn't making a joke of it; he was remembering the facts. Facts that would allow him to check in on the woman who may be dating his housemate.
"I think I like that way of meeting. It's not at all like the way I met Jennifer. I don't think she liked me." He didn't seem to care or remember that the woman in question could hear him if she decided to come back down from her pants hunt. He just continued to eat fruit, chewing thoughtfully.
"You never had a quiet life, Ted." It was the truth. While Ted might have turned over a new leaf in prison, and was doing his damnedest to avoid going back, his life hadn't been quiet. Not when people were interviewing him, and Charlie was always on the verge of getting yanked into danger, or was in danger. "You have saved me." That seemed enough for the detective.