Joshua. He remembers the sound of those letters, being shouted across the bay. No, this is certainly not the first time they've met. "My name is Alecto," he replies, breezily. "I also grew up around here, you could say. Huh. The strangest thing," he murmurs, his voice soft like a melody. "I swear we've met before. But I cannot seem to...place you."

It's more a feeling than anything else, like - like home.

Alecto shakes the feeling off like tossing water off his metaphorical fur. "I...just some potatoes," he answers, lamely, "for supper."

They walk a bit more, searching the stalls but Alecto is hardly interested anymore in what's for sale. He continually peers at the man - Joshua Archer - beside him, as if trying to decipher him. "The lighthouse," he says again, with a touch of longing. He knows his husband would be upset to know he'd run so close to the shoreline again but - "It's beautiful, what they've done with it. Would you mind if I stopped by with you on my way back?"