The statement was so surprising to Jeremiah, that he very nearly turned around to stare, and only something resembling manners stopped him from doing so. He couldn't decide how old the young man was, but he was old enough that it was positively startling to Jeremiah that he wouldn't have had fresh bread. His mind started running through what he had in his house. There was hot cocoa which would be warm, and give the young man something to warm his fingers on. And he could warm up the baguette he hadn't eaten yesterday. There was butter, and he could give them both Wren.
The path around the lake, took them near the edge, until a boat house came into view. The boat house, partially obscured in the morning fog, was connected to a wooden walkway. Heart, knowing precisely where they were now, bounded up ahead to where the wood changed to stone, leading up onto a large stone patio. As they reached the patio, Jeremiah paused. Heart was by the door, waiting to be let in, her tail wagging, and he turned around to Wren.
The original plan had been to leave the young man on the patio and bring things out to him. He'd had hardly anyone in the house, and while it wasn't typical of him in his life before Repose, the idea of bringing someone into this house felt strangely intimate, even though the house itself generally felt way too large. But the morning was still chill, and it'd be easier to cook up something decent and warm in the kitchen. It seemed pointless to keep him on the patio.
He nodded his head towards Wren, and then the door. "Heart's eager for breakfast, come on in. We'll get your fingers warmed up a little."
He opened the door, and the space he invited Wren into was huge, an open space, but despite the vaulted ceilings and large room it was warm. He'd left a fire in the stone fireplace in the living room, and the kitchen was well lit and he motioned Wren forward to take a seat on the island. "Actually, if you want to wash your hands," he told him. "There's a sink there," he pointed to the second prep sink in the island. "I'll put the water on."
He slid out of his shoes, and quickly poured out some dog food for his girl, and washed his own hands. "Do you live here on the lake?" He asked instead.