"Jack Frost," he answered, not minding at all, creating a little trail of snowflakes to follow his hand as he went. Most people were contending with quite a lot upon their arrival, and he couldn't recall them speaking since.

The bookshelves were well and truly a write-off, definitely. Jack didn't mind the help though, and nodded. "Sure, thanks. Wood's so scarce -- err, at least it was, I'm not sure about now -- that I was going to see if one of the builders could use them for something. Less waste, and maybe it'll get us a bit of goodwill."