Douxie met with Claire at the end of the month, where she'd come in and they're talk about her findings. He led her carefully, keeping her from the truth and watching as she quickly became almost fluent in trollish. It was incredible, and whenever Jim was in the bookstore with him, the three spent their evening speaking to each other in trollish, for practice.

Jim was excited to see Claire more often, since he was a bit doe eyed when he saw her. With his duty as the Trollhunter, he couldn't sign up for the school play like he'd originally wanted. But helping Claire with her lines, was just as good. He felt lucky to become her friend, and was even invited to her house a couple of times. When she'd said she needed a babysitter one night, he was happy to accept, answering impulsively.

"I can take care of him!" Even if it was foolish, it was something he wouldn't forget.

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Meeting another changeling was an experience he couldn't avoid, since Strickler had mentioned that he had a new charge he was teaching. Apparently, most of the Janus Order wanted to meet him, so when seeing Enrique he grinned and gently patted his head. He was careful to avoid where his scruff would likely be, since he knew that a changeling still had the sensation of their extra limbs and any scruffs within their human form. Jim thankfully, only had a tail and it was small, so it didn't impose much of his human form. Plus, many extra limbs or tails would often fall off in the transformation into a changeling, leading to most looking a little bit different to other trolls.

As Claire led him through the open door and to the kitchen, he slipped out a Tupperware container of brownies. He'd found a recipe for sleep inducing brownies in one of the cookbooks Douxie had given him, so he hoped they would work on Claire. Magical beings had the natural ability to funnel most magical substances from their body, but they were still in danger of intoxication from consumption. It wouldn't injure Claire if she ate them, it would merely put her to sleep, so he hopefully had enough time to talk to her brother as she slept.

"Ooh, Chef Jim's infamous sweets. Awesome!" Claire smiled and Jim felt his heart race. He returned her smile, his transformation already bubbling underneath him and he moved quickly, passing a brownie to Claire and getting one to keep up a guise, he went to the couch and set up his homework. He'd brought his assignments with him to get started, both trollish and human.

He started on his school assignments first, watching as Claire moved around the kitchen and picked up a tray of chips, a bowl of guacamole in her other hand as she walked into the living room, setting it on the coffee table. With Claire eased on the couch, a trollish book for whelps in her hands, and Jim beside her working on homework. Enrique was in his baby carrier, bouncing and mumbling in a human language Jim didn't understand, Baby babble.

The two were enjoying each other's company, laughing and talking about both everything and nothing. Jim was patient, waiting until the brownies affected Claire and put her to sleep. he picked up her book, which has fallen onto the cushion to her right as she slept on the couch, quiet breaths catching his ears off guard. He shifted to his troll form, setting the book down on the table and opening his bag, grinning as he pulled a Tupperware container of trollish snacks out. He crept carefully past Claire and knelt down onto his haunches, his tusks bared in a friendly smile at the young baby.

"Hey there, you must be Enrique!" In a flash of blue, a small green troll appeared in front of him. Big buggish eyes with cat like pupils stared at the young whelp, and he opened the container and offered it to the smaller changeling. Enrique was a small creature, tiny claws that were sharp and ready to a fight gripped the container as he opened his mouth of fangs, munching greedily on the snacks he was given. He belched afterwards, seeming thankful for the treats despite not saying it aloud.

"So you're Stricklander's kid, Eh? You really are a whelp!" Enrique laughed as Jim pouted, Letting out a whine. They spoke quietly with each other, Jim constantly glancing back at Claire to check if she was stirring or not. He liked Enrique, and he listened to the stories he was willing to share of his experience as a changeling.

Distracted, Jim had sat on the floor with Enrique beside him, the two sharing their stories until Claire woke up, a scream piercing their ears and causing them to turn back to the teenage girl, who was staring at them in horror.