"But I don't understand--" Maree voiced, dumbfounded as she crossed the threshold into Flynn's flat. "What do you mean 'look out for the squirrel'?" These were not the words of welcome she'd anticipated on this, a landmark occasion.

She did, however, take a good look around. After all, this was her very first time at Flynn's flat. She had to glory in the moment. She'd made it! Finally! Granted, it had been her idea... and yes, she'd come by basically unannounced on a Sunday afternoon, and true, it was just a conjured up ruse to see him again, but she came bearing a gift! That was kind, thoughtful thing! And just the sort of thing to get her in literally through the door.

And it had. And that was as far as Maree had planned out--getting through the door. Now that that was accomplished, she smiled nervously, taking in all in. You could learn a lot about a person from where they lived.[1] There were bits of Flynn everywhere. Notepads, books, a cup of tea, a corner of a heavily-patterned sweater--or a scarf? a giant afghan?--was laid across the back of the sofa. And--oh golly Godric. There were dried bugs framed on the wall. She tried to keep the smile neutral and pleasant as she processed that...

Present still held in hand, Maree blinked, turning about in a full circle before proclaiming, "...Well, I see no squirrel." She did, however, think she heard the clawed pitter patter of canine claws.

1.	The fact that Amaryllis Woolfolk chose to live, as a grown adult, with her parents, however, did not betray anything about her.

"I mean, there's a squirrel that shows up sometimes." Flynn replied, taking a seat on his over-stuffed couch. He motioned for Maree to make herself comfortable. He hadn't expected her company today, but he was glad to have it. She was a sweetheart, easy to be around. "I don't know why he's focused on me." He sighed. The squirrel had plagued him for well over a decade at this point. It had followed him from one apartment complex to the next.

He'd asked his neighbors if they had a squirrel problem. Obviously, they didn't.  Just him. The squirrel was a Flynn and Cass problem. It had originally just been a Flynn problem. A decade long Flynn problem. But things change. Cassidy too, had made an enemy of Bloodeye.

"It's a long story. And you'll think I'm mad." Like all his neighbors probably did. "Besides. Maybe we shouldn't talk about him. You know, calling his name might summon it." Oh! He was being rude! "Did you want tea? Or coffee?" He stole a quick glance at the entryway to the kitchen. "I went to the muggle grocery store. In the American section there was this cereal called 'Lucky Charms.' My dad believes that muggles think that it gives them good luck to eat it." He shrugged, "I haven't asked the leprechaun community about their appropriation though..."