He hopped onto his staff, one foot in the crook and the other on top. He watched the village children skate, chuckling when they wobbled or tipped over. Jack loved the children. A startled yelp drew his attention to you right, where a you tottered on one skate, the other thrown up in the air and arms wheeling as you tried to catch your balance. “Careful!” he called on reflex, a grin lighting his face.