Jake's grin grew even more at Harry's words. "Kaltxi, Harry, and I am so glad you're not from that fucking island."
He carefully pushed his chair forward onto the glass, holding tight to the wheels in case he skidded off, and then tried it out a little bit, going forwards and backwards and then turning the chair a little to look back round at Harry. "Maggie's who told me about this cave. She's your kid? Cool."