Bragi turned down Billywig Bend, a path he’d taken to the High Street once before, trying not to fidget. But then in a moment of awkwardness and distraction, he realised the helpful girl was just behind him. Of course, he stopped to regard her, brow raised. Treats! That was a good idea. Why didn’t he think of that? He had some back at the cottage…

But he knew better than to decline a polite offer, and so he said ”that’s a… that’s a very good idea”. A grateful beat, then he extended his hand. ”Perhaps we should be introduced. Bragi Holm.”