Jack had been enjoying the croquet, it was a little slow for his liking, but then what was to be expected from someone who flashed around a field as fast as possible for a living. He had been leaning on his mallet waiting for his turn and trying to look very interested in the widowed mother of a young debuntate who had clearly decided that he was worth an assessment, when there was something tickling his leg and it was making a bee line up his trouser leg!

At first he tried subtly to be rid of it, shaking his leg below the knee but as whatever it was reached the ticklier flesh of his thigh he couldn't stop the little jig that the tickles caused his leg to twitch. 'Ex...CUSE me.' he managed to half laugh out in the general direction of the widow as he dropped his mallet and moved away from her. He spotted the young lady behind him, looking a tad sheepish. 'Are you be..HIND this...' he laiughed out as the tickles over took him. It didn't feel like a tickling charm! It was far too localised.

He was now ridiculously hopping on one leg trying to cause the little object to come back down the way it came. 'WhAT have you DONE to me?!' he laughed good naturedly, now reasonably sure the lady was responsible!