Part of me thinks it might be best to continue with the British accent because I’ve already committed, but the rest of me humbly suggests that since I fucked it up royally the first time, I nip that shit in the bud. “Yep.” I nod elaborately, rocking my entire body back and forth. “You’re right where you need to be to see Bev.” She seems not to notice the accent change, or if she does, she doesn’t want to touch it with a ten-foot pole,
100% the latter.
