Jeremiah & Janis
"Oh god, not Folgers," Jeremiah laughed, although the horror was at least somewhat serious. He hadn't been joking about his coffee snobbery, at least partially picked up likely because of where he'd worked as a barista. But this wasn't Seattle, and he was no longer a barista, so instead he let the cup rest in his hands while he gave her a smile.
It was a smile that faltered just instantaneously about the statement of the woods, and he glanced behind her to the doors and the large windows that looked out across the lake. "So I've been told," he tilted his head back in her direction. "Heart mostly stays indoors, but this is a lot more room to roam regardless of that fact. We go out together, when we go out. I'd joke about staying clear of Big Foot, but I think that's more a Washington joke than a Repose one, and anyway... at this point I'd say my belief in Sasquatch is well and solidly bolstered."