"Forestfire?" Whirlwind said. Jacques nodded. Handy, he whose face was one with the wooden table and three playing cards depicting a three of blades, a two of emeralds, and a princess of hearts, merely muttered some incomprehensible affirmation. "Oh right, hehe, yeah, that was a bit of a surprise," he said, eating his bundle of salad and pushing the bowl across the table. "Haven't seen her in years; knew her since fawnhood. Great friend."