A loud thump! bangs on the patio roof, closely followed by a laughter (Alright, that's enough now! Stop!) and footsteps — yes, definitely someone moving around up there — before a wash of fresh ice pours down a support-pole. Icicles lengthen to the size of pencils as the footsteps get louder, then they abruptly stop growing as a young man hops lightly to the ground in the wake of a chilly breeze. Vigorously rubbing the back of his hair free of leaves, Jack squints up at the lip of the roof where a troop of fairies are giggling and clutching at petals and blades of grass. He glances down and does a double-take when he notices someone sitting up ahead, directly under his landing zone. Whoops?

"Sorry, the little beggars were playing." He hikes up his staff and waves it at them, sending a rush of snowflakes skyward that scatters the annoying creatures. "Shoo, go on!"

Turning back to the stranger, he offers a mildly chagrined smile and ducks his head in a shrug. It's still weird that everyone around here can see him, after all, and dealing with people besides children is a new experience. The Guardians don't exactly count as anything more than a test-run in that regard, in the grand scheme of things.

"Did I bother you?"