2019-06-09 - She's Wise Beyond My Years

It's the perfect place for an off duty officer to sit and mope. The Waffle Shoppe is on the edge of town and offers all sorts of waffles and other breakfast concoctions. You name it, they've likely got it. The service is great, the cook loves his job and the food is amazing. The coffee is iffy sometimes, but right now it's good. A little strong but good. Andi is seated at the bar like counter with a cup in front of her and some pecan waffles on a plate with plenty of butter slathered over them. The syrup is heated and waiting to be poured. The drizzly outside is left behind for the warmth and soothing inside where everything smells delicious!

A walk is good for you, they say. Even when it's drizzling outside. And so Jonathan has made his way out and about, and was just passing by the Waffle Shoppe, when he decided to grab a bit to eat. From the looks of it, today is one of the good days, and he stops just inside of the room, looking around before he sees Andi at the counter, starting to move in that direction. "You know, they say too much butter and syrup may be bad for you," he offers, a bit lightly.

About to cut into that pecan waffle, Andi overhears a familiar voice from her past and turns in her stool to look up. It had been a little while and so she gets to her feet and offers him a hug and a smile of welcome. "Well look what was brought home. I have to admit, you're looking incredible, Jonathan. How are you?" Stepping back so she doesn't crowd him too long, she retakes her seat and offers him the one beside her. "It's good to see you."

Unable to hold back a smile, Jonathan hugs her in return. "Thanks. A good thing that people don't see the state of the brain, right?" It's offered a bit lightly, before he adds, "And you look great as well, you know." Another brief pause, before he shrugs a little. "It's one of the better days, thankfully." He moves to take the seat, nodding again. "It's good to see you too. I hope all is well."

"Oh most definitely. The state of the brain is a private thing that no one should dare try and read." Andi may be joking in return but her tone holds a touch of some too serious emotion. With a brow waggle she accepts the compliment. "I should. I work all the time." Just teasing in return. "Thank you," she finally adds. "I'm glad it's a better day for you. How are you feeling?" A vague enough nod from her, she seems to be doing well.

Looking through the menu for a few moments, Jonathan nods, with a quiet smile. "These days, I sort of envy people who work all the time," he offers, a bit quietly, before he sighs at that last question. "Now that... that's an interesting question," he replies, before he lets out a bit of a breath. "Still haven't gotten used to how I can feel completely fine for a few days, then quite bad right after that again." He grimaces momentarily, before he adds, "Also, trying to figure out what I should be doing... I mean, need to get a job or something, right?"

"Me too, That's sort of why I work all the time. Sometimes it's better to do that than spend so much time in your own head. Maybe you should join a gamers group or something. Maybe the gym?" A hand goes out to gently pat his shoulder and Andi gives im an understanding look. "Could always join the big brothers and sisters group for at risk kids if you really needed something to do. Those kids need good mentors."

Jonathan nods as he hears that, "Something like that would be quite good. And I suppose I'd need to get a proper job at some point, I just don't know what..." He smiles briefly, before he smiles. "I think I could possibly be a mentor for someone."

"I can get it set up for you. There's plenty of kids meeting mentoring. I just don't have time with the working all the time and spending time with Krissy." Andi's special needs younger sister. "I think you'd have a lot to offer. The thing is, you can pick and choose the times you have available to do things with them. Even teach hockey, if you so chose. So on your off days you could take the day off." She finds her fork and cuts into her food. "What are you hungry for? I'll spot you breakfast today, if you'd let me?"

Jonathan smiles, nodding a bit as he hears that. "Sounds good," he replies to the part about mentoring the kids. Nodding at the part about her spending time with her sister. At the offer of the food, he smiles, "You probably know the menu here better than me," he offers, before he adds, "What do you recommend?"

"Pecan waffles." This is in fact spoken around a bite of said waffles and after she swallows she gives a wry look. "I swear after the divorce I unlearned every tableside manner I ever learned. Comes from eating alone, I guess." Andi takes another bite but speaks again only after its not in her mouth any longer. "And some bacon and either coffee or orange juice. Both are equally good."

Jonathan is unable to hold back a chuckle as he hears that, nodding a bit. "Oh, I'm sure the manners are still there, just hiding away," he offers a bit lightly. "Waiting for the dsy you need to surprise everyone by still having them." It's said with a grin, before he nods at the recommendation. "Sounds like a good meal," he replies, with a smile.

"No one will be more surprised than my mother, I'll say that." Andi looks rather sheepish as she says it. The order is given over, pecan waffles, butter, syrup, bacon, orange juice and coffee. With the order placed she slows down on her own eating so they can eat together. "So since your return are you planning on staying indefinitely?"

Jonathan chuckles as he hears that. "Oh, I'm sure she'll say something like 'I told you so'," Jonathan replies, before he shrugs a little at the question. "I don't know. Probably, unless I get a job somewhere else, I think. I mean, a part of me wants to recover so I can start playing again, but then again, my mother would probably lock me up somewhere if I'd do that." A brief pause, and a shrug. "It probably depends on if I can get a job somewhere or not."

"So you're able to get back into it? After what? Healing? Physical therapy? I realize your mother is overprotective, but maybe take a year or so off for healing and reconditioning? Maybe play something more local." Then Andi adds something further. "Or there's always coaching."

Jonathan lets out a bit of a sigh, before he shrugs a little. "I don't know. Brain's an interesting thing, after all. I suppose it's just stubbornly refusing to give up my dream." A brief pause as he considers that. "Coaching... That could be interesting. I know many others who had to retire too soon went into that." A brief pause, and a smile. "While mother might be overprotective, she's also a doctor, and they tend to have a good idea about what they're talking about, right?"

"I would never argue with my mother. She's wise beyond my years." Andi says with a play on those words. His food is delivered so she digs into her own for a few moments so he can get his ready to eat in whatever preference he has. A sip of her coffee and then she continues on. "A coach is safer and still keeps you involved in the business. You could even coach kids. Like the Big Brother, Big Sister kids. Make your own team." It was a thought but there were so many more too. "It's something to consider no need to hurry into a decision."

Unable to hold back a brief chuckle at the play on the words, Jonathan nods a bit, as he uses some butter and syrup on the waffles, then takes a sip of the orange juice. "Quite nice," he remarks, before he nods again. "It's supposed to be safer, at least." It's offered a bit lightly, before he adds, "I sort of wish there was a good junior team a bit closer than the ones around Seattle. Would make it easier to get a job as a coach, I think."

"Depends on how badly you want something. Maybe you could set about sponsoring one or forming one. And there's the college here I don't know what sports they have here. It could be as simple as applying? I went to the academy and skipped out on college. I have no regrets." Andi gives him an easy smile. "Just something to think about, maybe. Or to talk about." A piece of bacon is lifed and munched on, glad to see him enjoying his food also. "So that's more long term plans. I think work should wait until you're more fully conditioned yeah?"

"Just like the only regret I've had about life is that I should have paid more attention to avoid getting that hit in Vancouver," Jonathan replies, a bit lightly as he begins eating some of that food. "Now this is quite lovely." A sip of the juice as well, before he grins. "So, been keeping the town safe, I hope?"

Lowering her voice, Andi murmurs softly, "You know, sometimes I think nothing can keep this town safe." Leaving it at that for now as she lets her food settle some before going back to it. "Maybe things happen for a reason. Maybe your mother needed you home? Maybe the town did? Maybe this is where you're supposed to be at this place and time. I'm pretty sure you didn't do anything wrong to get the injury. You know the town. People never leave for real. Everyone always comes back. Unless it's the more permanent for real.."

Jonathan nods a little as he hears that. "While I can't really see why I would be needed here, who knows." Eating some of his bacon, he offers a brief grin. "It would have been nice if it could have waited five or ten years, though." That part is offered a bit more lightly.

"I could see that. Waiting until you've had a chance to actually enjoy your career. Maybe it's the supernatural in this town." Her voice is still low as she speaks of the oddities of Gray Haven. Andi eats a few more bites of her pecan waffles and leans back against the barstool seat with her coffee to nurse it a little. "I really don't know the answers, it's always just speculation on my part."

Alexander is cheating on the Grizzly Den Diner. It's terrible. For the people who are here, probably. He's dressed like a homeless person in summer chic - a ratty sort of t-shirt with a Seahawks logo, jeans with a few holes in them, and big stompy work boots that have traces of mud in them. He pauses just inside, and scans the interior suspiciously, before starting to make his way inside. Seeing Andi, he veers from finding a table, over to the bar instead. She and Jonathan are stared at for a while, before he says, "Detective. Person with the Detective."

Shortly behind Alexander is Genevieve. The lure of breakfast has drawn her here, and she sniffs at the air as she steps through the door. "Beautiful." She murmurs, her quiet voice touched with a slight accent.

She makes her way to a table, nodding pleasantly to various people as she passes. She takes a seat at the bar, crosses her legs and hunts for a menu, though she really doesn't need it. She's having bacon, eggs and toast with coffee. She turns to nod at Alexander, giving his clothing a brief once over that ends in a brow raise. She is wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white tee-shirt.

Nodding a bit as he hears that, Jonathan offers a grin, "I'm starting to think nobody really knows the answer." Looking about to say something else, he pauses as Alexander speaks, offering the man a nod in greeting.

There's something a bit unnerving about an Alexander staring at you with mud in his boots and his disheveled appearance. Which was mostly his usual appearance. Feeling his eyes, Andi doesn't look that way right away. Instead, she continues part of the conversation. "I think you're right. Though I equally think that won't stop people from trying to figure one out." With the greeting offered she returns one with a sort of indulgent smile. "Hello Alexander." Maybe not on a first name basis, but that's how most of the cops knew him. By first name. The other arrival is given a smile as well and a nod, though she doesn't interrupt.

Alexander returns Jonathan's nod, and although it's a bit curt, an awkward downward slash of his chin, it doesn't seem deliberately unfriendly. He turns to watch Genevieve enter and take a seat, his frown deepening at the once over. "I don't know you," he tells her, dully, then glances back to Jonathan. "Or you. But you look familiar." His eyes narrow. "TV? Paper? I have seen you before." The look he gives Andi verges on accusatory: she is a /police officer/ and should be keeping /strangers/ out of this town, that look seems to suggest.

Genevieve turns to glance at Alexander for a few beats, the smile on her face faltering when he speaks. She makes an effort to keep it there, shrugging before she speaks. "I am new in town, Monsieur." She answers promptly before turning to look at the waitress. "Bacon, eggs and toast please. Coffee and orange juice? Thank you." She glances from Alexander back to Jonathan and Andi, shifting nervously in her seat. "I am not here to cause trouble, I just want breakfast, for now." She tries again with the reassuring smile, picking her phone out of her purse to give it a quick check.

Pausing momentary at Alexander's words, Jonathan looks around briefly, then back to the man. "Me? Ah, yes. Might have seen me on one of the sports networks, possibly." There's a brief pause as he looks to Genevieve, offering her a smile and a nod. "Welcome, then," he offers to her, before he looks back to the others.

There seems to be some confusion for Alexander and while Andi doesn't miss the accusatory look she mostly ignores it to deal with the moment in her own way. "Alexander, this is Jonathan Wallgren, he's from here originally and his mother still lives here in town. He left for college and to play professional sports but recently returned home due to an injury." Life story in a nutshell. And then for Genevieve's benefit she inputs, "I am Andi Johnson, lived here all my life, like my parents, their parents and even theirs before. I'm a lifer here, I guess you could say." Her food is getting colder, her coffee resting in her hands before she remembers it and replaces it on the bar top. "And this is Alexander, Alexander Clayton. He prefers knowing first and last names and does not appreciate nicknames. He's lived here as long as I can remember too." As far as introductions, it was a little too deep, but Andi knew what was required for Alexander.

Alexander looks at Genevieve, then at Jonathan. He sighs a little as Andi explains him, and rubs at his face. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be." A long, thoughtful pause. "Me." Another pause. "Nicknames are still ridiculous," he mutters, but after another moment of thought, he adds, as if reading off a teleprompter or some sort of placard being held just out of sight, "I apologize for interrupting. Or seeming...hostile. It's nice to meet you both." Then he turns to order coffee and an omelette.

Genevieve lets her gaze settle on Andi as she explains, swallowing before she touches fingers to her collarbone. "I am Genevieve Dupuis. It is nice to meet all of you, really." She holds a hand up to Alexander, nodding briefly. "It is fine, really. I get nervous around people I don't know as well." She makes an attempt to be sociable, folding her hands in front of her. "I've been to Gray Harbor before, but I did not stay long last time, I'm actually hoping to move here. I'm looking for a place, hopefully will find one soon - the hotel I am staying in is not to my liking." She peeks back at Jonathan again when Andi explains who he is, trying to place him. Then her coffee is delivered so she busies herself pouring sugar and creamer in it so she can stir it around.

Jonathan nods. "My father and sister too," he adds to Andi's introduction, before he looks to Alexander, offering the man a nod and a smile. "It's okay. People are all different. But it's a pleasure to meet you, both of you." That last part offered to Genevieve as well, before he takes a sip of his own coffee.

"You're never an interruption, Alexander. You know that. Anytime you see me you're welcome to join me. Unless I'm in the middle of a pursuit or an arrest or something." A cheeky smile is given to him about then. "I recommend the pecan waffles if you ever get in the mood for something a little sweet." On cue, she takes a few more bites, finishing off her waffles and leaving the plate there after snagging the last piece of bacon off to eat at leisure. "Dupuis. Is that French? How long ago were you in town? What brought you back?" The inner cop in her has questions of course. Andi nods along with Jonathan, his entire family living here, agreeing.

Teresa arrives, darkly, in black leather jacket and jeans moonless sky blue. She looks around the Waffle Shoppe as if unsure what to do with herself. Or, more pertinently, it. Her attention settles at the table groupings. Weighing.

"But those are the most interesting times to be with you, Detective," Alexander says, and even manages to sound vaguely cheerful and teasing. "Although, on that note - when you have time, I do have some questions you may be able to help me with. Since I'm welcome." The slightest of smiles before he receives his coffee. He gives Jonathan another thoughtful look, and nods, marginally warmer than before. "I recognize you now. I'll remember." His attention turns back to Genevieve, and the accent and the name. But Andi answers most of the questions he has, so he just says, as Genevieve raises her hand, "I don't shake hands. It's not personal." Then his gaze flicks back to the door as it opens, hypervigilant. Teresa is seen, weighed, nodded to from the bar where the rest of them are sitting.

"It is French, my parents were from France." Genevieve murmurs, turning so she can keep everyone in her sight while she carries on the conversation. "I was here ten years ago, a brief visit, one that piqued my interest. Now I'm back, hoping to carve a little corner for myself this time around." She inclines her head toward Jonathan, the corners of her lips touched with a smile before she takes a sip of her overly sweet coffee. Her gaze flits from Alexander to the door, and then back, her nod clipped. "Understood, it's fine." She takes another sip of her coffee and then her breakfast is delivered so she turns to pick up a fork, digging into her eggs. Some salt is shaken out on them before another bite is taken. She's watchful, but not participating in the conversation now that she has food to focus on.

"Of course Alexander and if there's actually something I can answer I'll give it to you providing this is the time and place. Dependant on what the subject matter is." Andi takes a bite of her bacon, the crispness of it much to her favor. While she chews, she considers Genevieve. "Welcome back to town then and hopefully this time you'll find what it is you're looking for. Sorry for the hotel not being to your liking." A look over to Teresa and she offers a lift of her hand, the bacon free one, to wave a greeting over.

Jonathan continues to eat, listening to what's being said. "It's good to hear that the town has made such an impression," he offers to Genevieve, before he looks over and nods to Teresa as well, then looks back to the others.

Teresa follows the weighing, the nods and greetings. She settles herself at the far end of the bar. "How's the food?" she asks, general. "Been bartending months enough, but the restaurants are still strange to me."

"It is an interesting place, isn't it?" Genevieve says, setting down her fork so she can speak up again. "Thank you. I hope to settle here and be happy." She says to Andi, looking sheepish for a few moments. "If you know of a place where I can maybe find a room for let, that would be very helpful." She whirls her fork a bit when Teresa asks her question. "I'm loving what I've had so far. The bacon and eggs are very well done." She picks up a piece of bacon then, crunching into it.

Alexander rolls his shoulders at Andi. "It depends on how much of your family history you know off the top of your head, Detective." He samples a bit of his omelette, and makes a pleased sound. "The one thing, other than decent music, you can't get at the Grizzly," he mutters. There's a look towards Teresa. "Try the omelette," he advises. "Or I guess, if you had to, the waffles." Then he frowns. He looks at each of the people at the bar in turn, then gives a rusty, ill-used laugh. "Look at how /sharp/ we all are. So sharp we might cut ourselves." His gaze narrows in on Genevieve, then Jonathan. "Did you feel you had to come? Here?"

"Not right away, but I've not looked for a place to live here in a few years. I can ask around though and get back to you." It's about all Andi can offer Genevieve. With her answering Teresa she focuses more on Alexander for the moment. "I know pretty much most of it. Unless someone is keeping something from me deliberately. But that's more personal and if you'd like to hit me up away from here, we can do that."

"Bacon omelette, then. And coffee. Hard to stay awake in these towns," Teresa says, and flattens her hands on the bar. She turns her attention from Genevieve and Alexander to focus briefly on Alexander alone. "Cutting yourself is the best practice for cutting others. Wouldn't you think."

Genevieve has eggs on her fork, halfway to her mouth, when Alexander asks his question. She blinks, slides a glance his way, and then goes back to eating. "I don't know what you're speaking of." She says quietly, picking up a piece of toast. "May I have a refresh on my coffee please?" She asks the waitress, spreading strawberry jam on her toast. She offers Andi a brief flash of a smile, nodding in her direction. "Thank you. I will leave my number with you, if that is okay?" Then Teresa speaks and her words cause Genevieve to almost choke on her toast, she manages to swallow, eyes wide.

"Waffles are quite good here," Jonathan offers, before he eats some of those waffles mentioned. "Hard to stay awake?" he offers to Teresa, sounding a little curious. As for Alexander's question, he shrugs. "It was better to stay with family than on my own in Detroit when I couldn't play," he replies. "So in a way, yes."

"Gray Harbor's not that sleepy," Alexander replies to Teresa, his attention focusing on her. He frowns. "Not really. Don't want to cut others. Don't like to cut myself. Neither usually ends well." His shoulders slump then, as Genevieve speaks, and he offers a lopsided, awkward sort of shrug. "If you've got money, might try Bayside. Fancy apartments." His attention bounces off to Jonathan, and he stares at the man for a while. "Hm. Interesting."

"It does have a special energy, I'll grant that. But I sit in my trailer and watch the new through the static, and the hours seem to run forever." Teresa's eyes and smile briefly glitter. "I may have to get more adventurous, no matter how it ends."

"I need to save my money for if I decide to go into business." Genevieve sighs and slips to her feet, moving over toward the door slipping a coin into the newspaper bin, pulling one out. "Might as well try the classifieds, and then go from there." She skirts around Teresa on the way back to her seat, settling down to pick up her coffee. She takes a sip, grimaces, and then adds more sugar and creamer before she drinks again. "Is there something to your question, Monsieur?" She asks Alexander her tone light, her eyes lifting from the newspaper to glance in his direction.

"Certainly." Andi unlocks her phone and gets it to the add contact phase before sliding it over to Genevieve. "If I find something I'll definitely get in touch." Her brows lift and she watches Teresa a moment, still wearing a smile, but her attention remains on those around her for the moment. Especially at the current topic. "Nothing wrong with new adventures as long as you take care of yourself during them." Her voice is quiet when she speaks. Andi finishes off the bacon and coffee then settles in with her juice.

"Adventurous." Alexander gives Teresa another of his patented blank looks. "I see." He reaches for his coffee, sipping at it. He looks to about to say more, but Genevieve's question draws his attention. "Curiosity. Concern. A lot of people who stand out, lately. Some returning townies," a nod towards Jonathan, "but others, too. Who stand out. It's odd." A brief smile. "I'm sort of an expert on odd."

Jonathan smiles, "Not more interesting than one too many hits to the head," he replies to Alexander, before he looks to Genevieve again, watching her carefully for a few moments. "Business?" he asks, after a few moments of pause.

"I always take care. You live long enough to be interesting, you know to take care," Teresa says, linking her fingers together. "But odd it is. This place. This town."

Genevieve keeps her hands on her coffee, it's nice and warm. "An expert on odd." She repeats quietly, lifting her cup for a brief sip. "I see." She nods toward Jonathan. "I am considering building a nursery on the outskirts of town. Get some hothouse flowers going, trying some new things. This place is a great canvas, but for now I'm just looking to speak with ...well, I've only been in the shop recently, I'm not sure who owns it yet. It's the florist in town."

Alexander winces at Jonathan. "That sounds painful. Is that why you can't play?" Ever tactful in his questioning, Alexander. For the moment, he's leaving behind the oddities of the town to focus on Jonathan, his brow furrowed. Although it's clear by the way his head tilts slightly when the others speak that he's paying attention.

"The after effects of concussions, yes," Jonathan replies to Alexander, before he grimaces a bit. "Thought I had recovered a while ago, but it became clear that I was wrong." He goes silent again as he glances between the others again now.

Likewise, Andi is leaving out the oddities of the town for the most part, but she does listening to the ongoing conversation, keeping an eye on them because she's curious. "Either way, I'm glad that you came here instead of staying behind, Jonathan." As for the florist, she responds. "Carmen Fernandez. Not quite a local but she's been here long enough to count as one."

"A nursery! That sounds quite pleasant. Transplanting flowers from warmer climes." Teresa studies Genevieve. "How do you feel about swamp flora?"

Alexander nods. "The repercussions of concussions can last for years. I'm sorry." It'd sound more sympathetic if there was any sort of emotion to the words; instead, they're just a flat observation, and as Jonathan lapses into silence, Alexander looks away, back to the talk of flowers and florists. "Pleasant, yes." He eats his omelette, watching Genevieve with a flat stare.

"Carmen Fernandez." Genevieve nods in Andi's direction, pulling bills from her purse to set them on the bar. She turns to gaze at Teresa, a bright smile forming on her face. "I love all types of flora. I come from Georgia, and I would go down to the Everglades every so often, there are some beautiful plants down there." She quirks a brow and looks curious. "Have you ever been? Do you have some plants from around those parts?" She notices Alexander's stare and she gives him a quick look, clearing her throat before she turns back to Teresa.

"True," Jonathan replies to Alexander, a bit quietly, before he smiles at Andi's words. "Thank you. I'm glad for that as well."

"I'm from Florida," says Teresa, with a faint, less dangerous smile toward Genevieve. "So I've been. Only a couple ragged ferns in my posession, though. Back of a car wasn't great for them."

When Genevieve clears her throat, Alexander seems to recognize that he's staring, and his eyes drop as he turns back to his food. He eats the rest of his omelette in several bites, and glances sideways at Andi. "What do you know about your great uncle?" Because why NOT bring up an abruptly dropped thread of previous conversation up for no good reason?

"If you'd like I can take a look at them for you, maybe help you get them thriving again." Genevieve says quietly to Teresa, brushing hair away from her eyes before she smiles again. "I miss the warmth there, it would be beach weather about now." She reaches out for her juice, taking a drink before she sets it aside. Alexander's question makes her turn to look at the tables, her gaze settling on Andi to hear her answer.

There was really only one he could be meaning so when he asks abruptly, Andi just squints over at him a moment. "Uncle Mitchell?" Because she knows that is who he means. Almost imperceptibly her hands tighten around her orange juice and she arches a brow just waiting to see if in fact that was who he was asking about.

It's a nice summer day, and Julia has had the benefit of taking it off. Helps when there's family members to aid with the business. For once she doesn't smell like fry grease and fish, and with a large tote slung over her shoulder, happily gets herself seated. The tote is set down with an audible thunk by her feet, and once she's at a table, she pulls out a thick hardcover book. It's Alexander she notices first, and she gives him a solemn lift of her chin in greeting. They're kinda battle buddies now.

Teresa inclines her head. "I will bring you the ferns. For revival and nostalgia." Her smile widens slightly. "Nice to find another Southern girl."

"Yes." Alexander jerks his chin in a downward nod. "That one." When the door swings open again, his gaze skitters in that direction, shoulders hunching. Seeing Julia, the paranoia abates, if only slightly, and he acknowledges her greeting with one of his own - more curt than solemn, but at least it's an acknowledgement. But then he's staring at Andi again, gaze dropping briefly to her hands, then rising to search her face as he waits.

No better way to start than the beginning, so Andi shrugs a little and offers a small tidbit. "In the 40s he went off to fight in World War 2." Though there's a hesitance to the words as she gives them, as if he is dragging them from her. Her own gaze drops to look in her glass of orange juice and she swirls it a little, watching the pulp bits get unstuck from the side and join the liquid again. "So much pulp I feel like I'm chewing my orange juice." A wry smile given to no one in particular. "What are you wanting to know specifically, Alexander?" She notices the newest arrival and gives her a patient smile. "Hi," she greets.

Genevieve finally takes Andi's phone, programming her number in before she slips it back to her. She then unlocks her own, setting it in front of Teresa. "If you put your number in here, I can tell you where I finally end up. One hopes it's somewhere decent, and soon." Her blue eyes shift over when Julia sets down her tote, her eyes zeroing in on what she might be reading. Her juice gets another sip, and she subtly chokes a bit at the back and forth between Andi and Alexander, her eyes following the conversation like the most patient tennis player.

Jonathan has been keeping silent for now, finishing his meal. Looking up at the new arrival, he studies her for a few moments, before he offers a nod in greeting. At Andi's words about the orange juice, he smiles. "The best kind, really."

Alexander watches Andi with a blank expression; from the intensity, it's unlikely that he's /missing/ that the words seem to come with difficulty, but it doesn't seem to have much of an effect on him. "I'm not sure. Specifically." He takes one of the last swallows of his coffee. "Inheritance? We could start there, if you have records that I could look through." A pause. "Your family once owned a mortuary."

Teresa takes Genevieve's phone and keys in her (Florida) number. She passes it back. "Thank you," she says. "I'll pay a visit once you're homed. Ferns and all." She glances over to Julia. "Julia. There you are."

Haunted Places of the Pacific Northwest is Julia's choice of reading today. It's one of those books that has the clear plastic wrapper and is obviously a few years old, complete with library sticker on the front. "Oh, hey Teresa." The name is pronounced with Spanish emphasis, and red lips curve in an easy smile toward the bartender. "Sup, girl?" Jonathan gets a wiggle of her fingers, and then it's time to order her food. Lemon curd waffles with cream and a side of bacon? Yes please.

There it is. That cross reference Andi had expected, but she gives a nod without any sort of hesitation. "The one that used to be at the end of Oak Avenue. He owned it before it burned down in the late 60s." Accepting her phone back, she slips it into her pocket and while her hand was at her pocket, she pays for her own meal and that of Jonathan since she'd offered earlier. "If we're going to talk much more about this I'd rather do it out of this place."

Genevieve takes her phone, slips it in her pocket and gets to her feet. "Time to go pack up, it was nice meeting all of you." She says, setting down an extra bill as a tip. She waves at Julia even though they haven't been introduced as she makes her way to the door, gazing up at the sky before she steps out and makes her way back toward town.

Alexander reaches into his own pocket, and pulls out a battered, cracked sort of wallet. He opens it and peels off a couple of bills for the food, plus the tip. A curt nod. "If the time suits you, Detective." He stands, gives a nod to Jonathan and Genevieve. "Nice to meet you." Then another to Teresa and Julia. "Glad to see you're still alive." By Alexander standards, really, this is warm and effusive. His shoulders drop into their usual sort of hunched stoop, and he returns to stare at Andi.

"Little enough," Teresa says to Julia, and leaves the seat and the bar. "Watching the static in my trailer, mixing drinks. But we should catch up. Soon." She angles toward the door.

Jonathan has been busy drinking the rest of his coffee, as he glances around for a few moments. Otherwise keeping quiet for now, as he looks between the others, expression a little thoughtful for now.

A farewell wave is given to Genevieve, "I will let you know if I hear of anything." And since there are others, she half explains. "She is looking for a place to live. Or a roommate to share with, I think." Andi finishes off her orange juice and watches as Teresa moves for the door also. "I think I know what you mean. Static." And then she is getting to her feet also. "Now is as good a time as any. Jonathan we'll have to talk more soon." A smile at Julie, then she also is headed for the door.

"Sounds good. I'm trying to get more Friday nights off, so hanging out at the Pourhouse might be a thing. Plus May wants a girls' night and I kinda promised her." Julia replies, "See ya, querida." Leaning back in her seat while she waits for her food, she sees Jonathan checking everyone out, and queries, "You look a little lost? You're local, right?"

Alexander follows Andi. No other partings are given, and he was never actually /invited/ in so many words, but hey. She's a cop. She can always shoot him if she doesn't want him trailing her like a stalker.

"Hmmm? Oh, sorry..." Jonathan replies, before he nods a bit. "Yes, yes I am. Although for the last ten years or so, I've mostly been around here in the offseas... The summer, that is." A brief pause, before he adds, "Jonathan Wallgren."

"See you," Teresa says, and departs.

Coffee is poured. Julia lifts her mug in greeting. "Julia Velez." The family has owned the Fried Fish shack on the boardwalk for three generations, so he might be passing familiar. There's a cock of her head as she studies him. "Veteran?" she asks, "Fried Fish gives a military discount, so you know. Ever been? It's on the boardwalk." There's a pause and she adds, "I totally get the whole coming home and everything's changed thing. I left town when I was eleven and only came back a few months ago to help out my family. You?"

Jonathan shakes his head, with a smile. "No, not military. I am... was... am... a hockey player." A brief pause, before he adds, "It's a bit complicated, really. Still trying to recover from suffering a potential career-ending injury 15 months or so ago." There's a brief smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Julia winces in sympathy. "Oh, that sucks. I'm sorry. Are you looking to try and get back into the game? Because ever since Seattle finalized their NHL contract, people are getting super passionate about it. And it's still gonna be a year or two, I think." Her food comes, and she digs into it. "Likewise. And...I kind of get that too. I'm operating Fried Fish for my mom, but I'm a culinary school graduate. So you know, standing in front of a fryer all day is kind of frustrating." She pauses. "Try saying that three times fast."

"I don't know, that all depends on that thing inside of here, you know..." Jonathan lifts one hand to tap lightly on his head. "I thought I had recovered, but then the brain told me I hadn't, which was no fun at all. But it will be interesting to see how that Seattle team will be." He pauses for a few moments as he listens. "Culinary school? That sounds quite interesting."

Julia nods. "In San Francisco. It was awesome. After I graduated I got a really good position too, but you know how it is. Family first. Her smile gets a little tight at the edges of that, but it's no less sincere. "You like to cook? Or like to eat food other people cook? It's okay either way." She chuckles.

Jonathan smiles. "That sounds quite awesome, yes. And I like to cook. When I had so many other things keeping me busy, I found it was a good way to relax, by focusing on something entirely different. Some of my teammates never really understood it, but they enjoyed the food, at least."

Julia grins at that. "Of course, that's always how it works. What do you like to cook? Anything in particular you're good at?"

Jonathan shakes his head a little at the question. "I suppose good depends on who you ask, and what you compare it to, of course," he offers, a bit lightly.

"But what do you enjoy cooking most?" Julia picks up a piece of bacon, taking a bite and visibly enjoying it. "The big secret to homecooking is just to love what you're making. It's totally corny, but it's true."

"Some of the Italian meals, really. I mean, many athletes tend to eat those meals, after all," Jonathan replies, with a smile. "And they're tasty, which is always a plus. Tried some eastern European things too, for the challenge of it."

"So do you know how to make a fresh pasta, then?" Julia inquires slyly, slicing off a bit of waffle and swirling it in the lemon syrup. "It's actually pretty fun. I can't say I have a lot of experience with Eastern European cuisine, though."

Jonathan nods at that, "It is quite fun, yes," he replies, with a smile. "And there's a lot of interesting Eastern European meals as well. Some very nice soups for example."

"Well, the community college has culinary classes, so if you really enjoy it, you could always take one of the casual courses." Julia suggests. "Though plenty of people who have made it professionally never went to school at all."

"That sounds like a good idea," Jonathan replies after considering it for a few moments. "Would probably help to have something to do for some of those better days, I think."

Julia studies him thoughtfully. "You working?" she asks softly. "The job market in town is pretty good, if that's something you're trying to figure out. I'm even hiring at the Shack, though I can't imagine you'd want to stand in front of a fryer. But there are lots of places that need people."

Grimacing momentarily at that question, Jonathan shakes his head. "Not working right now. It's a bit complicated. Most days are good, some days, like today, most things seem to be okay, but then there are the bad days when I'm not able to get much done." He sighs at the mention of those last days. "Those are driving me mad, at times..."

Julia considers him, then rises to her feet. She heads over to the counter and chats with the waitress. Getting a pen and an order pad, she writes something down, tugs it off the pad, and then presents him with the paper. "Call me." she says. "You want to do something for a job, or just to cook, or talk about culinary school, whatever." And with that, she pays her check and heads on out.