"You know, something similar happened to me, but I suspect for entirely different reasons," Eliot muses, and then he looks over at Jean, eyeing him up and down with a critical gaze, putting his head to one side briefly. "Or maybe not."

There is that lapel pin, after all. And the cigarette case.

"And salmon, hm. Not as good as shellfish, definitely better than cod. Let's give it a try."

He points to a spot on the counter next to him. "I need a baking dish, the olive oil ... hmm, and see if you can find a lemon."