It was funny to think that when they'd first met, only a couple of hours ago, Dove had looked more the type to shirk from a ferret; and now said ferret rode happily on her shoulder as if the two had been friends for years. Arven was impressed; it was rare for Virgil to take to another human so promptly.

The kiss was welcomed, and he might've pulled her in for a longer tryst... but hindsight beckoned. So they started their walk back through the woodland, away from the sunlit clearing where they'd kissed under the canopy, through where they'd found Virgil and the niffler in the tree, and then past where Arv had abandoned the stick-sword.

"He'll catch something for you, even as we're walking. Something small, like..." Arv reached into his longcoat pocket. He rarely knew what was in there, and sure enough he plucked out a smooth white pebble he'd found on the lakeside somewhere. "This", he passed the pebble to Dove so she could attempt the trick with Virgil.