"Nah, not the last," Jack smirked, giving the pooka's arm one last squeeze before letting go. "I'd take you over the Groundhog any day."

He settled back down onto the grass into a patch of sun, laying back with his arms spread wide. He liked the sun so long as it didn't get too warm, and the early morning beams were too weak to produce any real heat.

"I'll make a list," he added, not especially wanting to dwell on the issues right now. There was nothing pressing that he needed anyway, unknowingly caught in a lull between two separate incidents.