"Mmm," Eliot nods in agreement. "I suppose this place gets all coastal and...wet in the winter, you're right to make the best of it while the weather's nice." Layering Eliot enjoys, the slipping hazards not so much.

"Oh please do come along if you want," he adds. He isn't quite sure what to expect from Martin's description but it should be entertaining enough for an afternoon. "He's a very...helpful sort, and this project has something to do with cataloging records for the City? And granted I haven't had much interaction with local government but that sounds like a colossal boondoggle. Poor thing probably needs the moral support."

There's also the matter of Martin's friend (accomplice? partner?) from his world who also arrived around the same time, who Eliot hasn't met. He got the sense from Martin that there's something going on there, but who's to say what. "He and this other fellow are doing paranormal research of some kind, perhaps it's a ghost-hunting business."