He merely rolled his eyes at the nudge, grinning at her pretend disinterest, long legs swinging off the edge of the pier. One arm instinctively comes up to curl protectively around Corele's waist as the girl leans forward to claim another piece of cheese before settling back comfortably again.

Corele giggled again, not fully understanding everything that Zatanna was saying (though Baby Tooth did, and chirped bemusedly).

"Maybe I should start selling tickets then," Jack smirked.