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It was her recipe too, Lucille's cookbook tucked away in a safe spot in the kitchen. Jeremiah's fingers reached out and covered Algie's hand for a moment. Mostly because this was, if anything, a comfort food as much as it was a favorite.

Especially with good beer.

The detective was mindful of what he said as well, if only because what Algie had mentioned in his notebook and what they had spoken of. Never mind his own personal encounter with something he assumed worked for The Enemy. "Unless ..." He huffed, picking up his fork and waiting for Algie to tuck in before he did himself. His napkin was already across his lap. "I'll hope you're right, if only because of how long they've been at this." Thirty-two thousand years.

Another finger was pointed towards the kittens, Violetta's paw finally managing to make Hellbine duck down with a disgruntled mrr.

At the mention of the deja vu, Jeremiah's fork lowered back down. He was well aware of Algie's feelings on Zac. The young man was his son, not Algie's. While the other man did have his own attachments to him it was nothing like his own. There were adoption papers that were in his desk in the house that said just how serious things were. "... when you two met earlier?" he asked, before he ran his hand through his hair. "Zac mentioned a strange moment himself but he believed it to be a memory from Heliodora - not deja vu."

The phone in his pocket was a heavy weight, if only because he had not had a text in a while.

"He hasn't actually said. We only texted about it before he went on a house tour." Jeremiah rubbed a hand across his jaw. "The place that is supposedly Sunny's house." Hadn't Algie been given an address?

"But he mentioned Heliodora specifically when I asked, so I can only assume he saw and felt something that would lead him to that assumption." His fingers reached out for Algie. First finding his wrist, then pressing to his pulse. The fact that Algie experienced something, then Zac, and then he himself was having issues with memories ...

Jeremiah did not like it.

"I'm waiting to hear back from him." Which was better than he usually did. Charging off. Proof he was learning.

If Jeremiah had forgotten about Algie's cheating ways he was helpfully reminded when the other's hand turned over and wrapped around his wrist.

The kiss as well.

The detective had a bit of a look on his face (something potentially starry-eyed, damn those hands) and then huffed once the man pulled away and he came back to himself. "You are a bloody cheater, snowflake," he said but did not meant it whatsoever. (Would even admit to enjoying it if Algie pressed.)

He turned back to his own plate to eat, the silence comfortable. His foot, under the table, brushed up against Algie's and hooked in his trouser leg to simply rest there because he could.

Eventually his phone buzzed, the Doctor Who theme playing briefly. "... looks like you were right," Jeremiah chuckled. If only because if Zac was texting, then the tour was over. He would check it in a moment.