Ouch. [ John smiles. He’s sure James would have plenty to say about his big brother too, if he could. He probably does, really, but John would rather not know. Or, actually, he’d rather John was just with him all the time, but that’s a different story. ]

So your shapeshifting is magic, then? It’s not like, werewolves, where it’s passed down in genes and all?

[ Not That werewolves can’t be magic too, probably. That’s out of John’s knowledge.

He tries not to wince at the idea of romantic music picked out by Rosie. Not that he dislikes her, but they haven’t really got off on the right foot, especially when it comes to music. ]

Oh, I definitely will take her here, I’m sure. She loves food, like you do. But don’t worry about the music, though.