Puck finds Jason and wonders what he was doing. Well, he actually knew the answer to that. "Hey," he said. "We're going to an old psychic lady that will be able to tell you where the Iron Kingdom is, and so basically your way outta here," he muttered, carrying a bowl of strange, golden fruit, each about the size of a gold ball. "Oh yeah. I forgot to say morning. Mornin', dragon boy." He didnt mean it in a rude way, it was Jason's new nickname.

Jason looked to Puck,listening closely as he closed his hand back around the scales. "Heh...I could easily get out anytime i like. I can open a portal within a snap...but...good morning to you too."

"Come on! You're missing out on the talk."

Jason gave a nod,shoving the bloudy scales into his back pant pocket and walked toward Puck.

He started to the dining hall where everyone else was, the bowl of whatever in his right hand.

Ash spotted the bowl in Puck's hand as he entered the room. "Are you raiding the cellars now, Goodfellow?"

"Me? Stealing?" He flashed a devious grin and popped another gruit into his mouth. "In the house of my ancient enemy? What gave you that idea?" He plucked another fruit and tossed it to Jason. The fruit was soft and warm and had the texture of an overripe pear.

Grim leaped up onto the table and sniffed. "Summerpod," he stated, wrapping his tail around himself. "I did not think they grew in the Winter territories." He turned to Jason.I "Do not eat too many of those," he warned. "That's what they make faery wine out of."

"Oh, let him try one," Puck said, rolling his eyes. "It's not going to turn him into a rat or anything."

Jason looked at it oddly at a few angles,unsure. "Um...what's fairy wine?"

"Um....wine?"

"There are multiple types of whine." Jason said,putting a hand on his hip,the hand that still had the blood from the scales on it. It smeared slightly on his pants,matching some similar stains the same color all over his green hoodie. He raised an eyebrow and seemed to slowly gain back his original persona now that there wasn't to much going on.

"Where are we going?" Ash questioned, sounding bored with them all. "Did you manage to come up with a plan to find the Iron King, or are we going to paint targets on out backs and wander around in circles until he notices?"

"You're awfully eager to help," Puck drawled, leaning back against the table. "And here I was getting ready for a duel first thing this morning. Why the change of heart, prince?"

Jason was actually curious as to why Ash hadn't swung at Puck yet,as well to why Puck hadn't brought a blade to Ash's throat as well. He looked to Ash and let his own curiosity come and smother the pink in his freckle scales as his gaze rested on the Ice Prince. "Being honest,I would have expected you guys to be swinging again as soon as possible." Now he kept the bloudied hand on his hip and put his wrist of his hand holding the fruit on the other.