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With his memory of the past week missing, Jeremiah had taken off from work. The detective, if ever, took off from work. There was PTO and sick leave and vacation time that had just piled up. Until he got a handle on the fact he was missing memories he would be on leave.

It worked out anyway, they thought he had come back too soon after the entire stint of being lost in the forest and not eating and ...

Whatever.

Time off equated to talking with Algie, sorting out what to do next, where they needed to focus their attention.

Not at this moment, however. At this moment, Jeremiah was dressed in layers, and out in the front of his house. Most would have assumed that the detective paid someone to tend to his yard and the garden of flowers that lined it. They would be wrong. He was kneeling on the ground, hands in the soil. His hands were delicately pulling up one of the blossoming flowers by the roots, gently loosening it so that he could transplant it to another place in the yard that would be better for it to grow.

Jeremiah did not usually get visitors, not unexpected, and when he heard the sound of footsteps on his pathway and then knocking ...

He was in the last step of transplanting the flower to it's new spot. Admittedly, he was surprised to see Autumn - really surprised - but he kept it to a minimum because he had seen the kitten pictures on his phone and some of the texts and ...

The detective was patting his hands against the soil, making sure it was loosely packed, before he was pushing himself up. He just barely managed to keep the groan to himself (his back was cold but did not hurt badly, thankfully) and waved a hand towards the young woman and her basket.

"Autumn, hullo." Just a slight twitch upwards of his lips. "Let's go inside and you can show me this ball of fluff I've been getting pictures of." ... and Jeremiah could tell her a thing or two. He was beside her in moments then gesturing her to the front door. Letting her inside his house there was an entry way with a table for keys and other things, and shoes by the door, and then a door immediately to the right that lead to the living room area.

With a rather large piano along with all the furniture.

"I've been here since I was around your age and I got the house when I was thirty-two." Jeremiah had gotten tired of having an apartment and the noise of other people. There was a second floor, stairs that had been visible in the hallway, but that was where Zac's bedroom had been.

When she set the basket down, he was crouching a short distance away to watch. His back was doing a bit better with the addition of Algie's soothing hands. He raised blue-green eyes to Autumn's face, watching as Rosalinde hopped out of the basket with the ...

That was a tiny, tiny kitten and it looked adorably fussy at being carted around by his mother that way.

"I ..." he glanced up. "I am going to be honest with you, Autumn." Never not honest this man. "I actually do not remember meeting you. I lost about a week's worth of memories because of something that happened and that includes meeting with you."

His eyes glanced back down to Rosalinde and the kitten. So damn cute.

"... but Rosalinde," he had seen the name in texts, "is a very gorgeous cat and that kitten is adorable." Yes, he actually said adorable.

Jeremiah's lips twitched upward into a small wry smile when Autumn came over and touched his shoulder. He might have shrugged it off as early as a couple weeks ago but now ...

Now the man was trying to make a change and gave the young woman a small appreciative nod.

"I've no idea honestly." If there was anything for it. "You can tell me what we talked about, though I can probably guess it was about what happened." The detective was chuckling then when Rosalinde just plopped the kitten in front of him. He was shifting then, instead of kneeling sitting indian-style. Fingers wriggled out and he watched as one amazingly blue eye tracked the movement before trying to go after it.

Tiny and frisky. Cute.

"I also don't honestly know that you'll run into the same kind of things I do but I'd advise you to be careful of other ashdown travel on your own." Jeremiah glanced back up towards Autumn. "There are other things in there besides Heliodora, Pax, and Smol." Something evil, something -

- he was getting a niggling sensation and he looked down at the kitten to see him trying to n** at his finger. "Sneaky little thing," he chuckled and instead of letting him n** the finger, he was scooping him up into his hand - he fit into his hand - to bring the small ball of white fluff up closer to look at. On the top of his head there was the beginning of what looked like blossoms, almost like a mohawk. "... so how full of flowers is your house now?"

The look on Autumn's face made Jeremiah laugh, something amused and warm and definitely she had not heard before but probably a thing he could do more often. It made his face relax a little out of the neutral expression into something more open.

"Is that where that tea came from? I had a cup this morning before I started work in the garden. Still have some left." Just the slightest twitch upwards of his lips in a small smile. "It is excellent." Then because was thinking about it. "Actually, since that was from you, I've got a blend that I had imported from across the pond you might like." It was stupidly expensive but exquisite. "I'll bag some of it up."

His fingers were already smoothing down the soft fur of the kitten's back, Jeremiah's lips twitching again when the kitten tried to butt his head towards the his face. Not missing a beat, he set the kitten onto his shoulder. There was some wobbling, his fingers keeping the kitten steady, before it was rubbing along the edge of his jaw. Stubble was the best!

"Might be a business opportunity waiting to happen? You may want to talk to Aleksy about all those flowers." Jeremiah made a note to point Autumn that direction but first ...

"I can help you with the process, Autumn. It would require you passing a gun safety course and then fill out some forms. I could even teach you myself." Jeremiah was a marksman, one of the best shots at the department. "However ... a gun may fire, it may damage something there, but I do not know that it'll be enough when you can be frozen in place or surrounded by cold fire. I don't think it will help you with other ashdown, not as much as learning to understand magic."

He took a deep breath, fingers rubbing across the fur of the kitten who was very much invested in trying to be all up in Jeremiah's face. "Magic is real there, I've used it, and likely the best course of action for protecting yourself. "

"I never chug good tea." That was partially a lie now, if only because of his back and the perpetual chill, but the tea that Autumn had given was just not something he would drink large quantities of. It was to be savored.

Blue-green eyes rolled. They rolled so hard. "That is a terrible pun," he snorted, pushing himself up to stand and finding that the kitten went with him easily. So small and just able to be right there. "... and a little bit funny," he added a moment later.

Jeremiah rubbed his fingers together, looking down at them. He was remembering the smoldering fliers. "I can teach you what I know, what I understand about it." It likely would not be the same experience for her, not like he had. Not Sunny lifting him up, not that sky that was old and new at the same time ...

Still thinking about Sunny made his headache, never mind the feeling in the pit of his stomach. "It is really about your own will there." Jeremiah tilted his head to look at her. "We can set something up." To go to other ashdown and show her there.