Bragi was one of those young bachelors who didn't know "how" to speak to children, but he'd discovered in the past that one could just be oneself, speak well and speak true, and children would behave in kind. After all, every grown-up was once a child themselves — and Bragi not that long ago.

"Moving?" he raised his pale eyebrows. Then — sure enough, one of the white chocolate mice he was reaching for gave a little squeak and leaped up onto his arm. "Oh, erm...!" Half amused, half alarmed, Bragi unsuccessfully tried to get it off his arm as it sped for his shoulder. Eek, it had better not burrow down his collar!