"Ouch," says Robby, hand on the back of his head because, honestly, he deserves that, and more. Still, he knows Jack well enough to know that, angry as he clearly is -- and deserves to be -- he doesn't mean that. Not entirely, anyway.

"Good thing it's your birthday and Christmas was last week?" he says. "I got the same order as last time, and..." He frowns. "Are you limping?"