Sure you have, not even gonna debate it. [ Jack stops himself from moving forward when the boy almost slips, hesitating. Well. Doesn't he feel like a jerk now? The answer is a resounding YES. ] Buuut I'm a worrywart, so bear with me.

[ He skates forward in bare feet, smacking the butt of his staff down. The ice fractures into delicate little veins all over from one side to the other; another tap and it dissolves into snowflakes.

Jack glances around to make sure it's all banished, then over. ]

So, how come you've dealt with ice 'a lot'? That's a weird thing to say.

[ Coming from him, yep. ]