"She's not going to respect me in the morning anyway," Eliot sighs, snapped out of blissful 40s oriented reverie. That he just says this, that suddenly repartee with someone he's never seen before (except that he has? and that godawful nickname dozens of times?) comes naturally is--well. He is in no way getting used to it, but at least memories of Sharon, barbed and sweet and ridiculous, are something that feel like home to him, rather than ........uh, warm plummeting terror.

(That kind of feels like home too, but he'd rather lose a finger than dwell on it.)

"I'd say one of these days I'm going to look that up, but I'm never, ever going to." This is apparently something he has staunchly stuck to for ages? What. "I refuse to give you the satisfaction."

This is where we handwave if Sharon has a fake favorite, he's making it, because. Fake muscle memory.