“You know, dame mystère, I did always wonder how changeling bones work,” Jacques said. She looked up at him in confusion but couldn’t see anything more than that same light smile on his muzzle framed by a short grey beard. The rest of his face was hidden beneath the peak of his cap as he looked down to keep an eye on his work. “What with all those holes you have. Although, I suppose it’d be rude to ask now, eh?”