It had been almost a month since Jorge escaped prison on his own, and devising a flawless plan with Calder to rescue everyone else was proving next to impossible. One afternoon, Calder grazed in whatever grass he could find through the thick snow, and Jorge returned from the lake carrying his lunch in an oversized leaf.
"What did you find?" Calder asked.
"Wouldn't you know it?" said Jorge. "The last of the fireberries."
He chuckled and popped one in his mouth.
"Fascinating," Calder replied, quickly losing interest. "So you are absolutely against sneaking into the palace with the cat disguise you've been using to check up on your comrades?"
Jorge leaned against a tree and refused to look at the unicorn. "I'm not answering that question a fifth time."