[The pooka is more than content to stay in the lush grass, while Jack has his snowdrift to himself. He can feel the cool air around the icy snowdrift, and that's more than enough chill against his fur for him.
Still, he's pretty comfortable right now, idly scratch his chest fur with his paw as he looks over to Jack, a small smile as well. This wasn't a terrible idea.]
Oh yeah? A few centuries and now you're a regular ol' genius, is that it, mate?
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Still, he's pretty comfortable right now, idly scratch his chest fur with his paw as he looks over to Jack, a small smile as well. This wasn't a terrible idea.]
Oh yeah? A few centuries and now you're a regular ol' genius, is that it, mate?