"You wanna do something fun?"
Janner shook his head, bent over the paper he was writing on. "Not right now. Later, Tink."
Tink hopped out of the tree he was swinging in and plopped next to Janner. "What are you doing?"
"Working on a report that needs to be finished quickly," Janner said, a hint of irritation entering his tone. "Why don't you go find Leeli?"
"She's helping Mother with cooking. I think they might ask me to dust if I went inside." Tink made a face.
Janner sighed. "Well I can't do anything with you right now. This is due tomorrow morning." He bent over the paper again, concentrating hard as he formed the words.
Tink sighed, then jumped up and ran off. Janner didn't look up again, and was soon sucked back into his work. A short time later, he felt an itch on the back of his neck and scratched at it. Somehow a leaf had gotten tucked in his shirt. He tossed it away, and readjusted the parchment on his knees.
Suddenly a deluge of leaves poured down on him, the crumbling things sifting all the way down his back. He jumped away from the tree, eyes wide.
"Tink!"
Tink sat in the tree, smirking. "I didn't do anything with you, just to you! Is that not what you meant?"
Janner groaned.