Jack, too, had noticed Goldilocks wearing the trenchcoat - not because he looked like a cartoon version of a detective from a black and white movie, but because the trenchcoat had not turned to gold. If the little duck had gained the ability to control what he turned to gold, then that would be fantastic.
"We had not gotten far, barely through the front doors of the bakery, when Mr. Fancy-tail showed up," the alligator said, glaring at Grimshaw as he spoke.
Jack could not help but feel amused. He'd never heard the alligator speak so politely before. Normally, whenever he would steal Tiny-Sparkles treasure chests, he was a lot more aggressive.
"It's okay, you don't need to call him mister," Jack whispered.
Jack's apparent nonchalance in such an intense moment was mildly amusing to Oroo, especially since she could still sense the immense anger he was still carrying within. Such a complicated fairy.
