"I keep hopin' Jack will find his way here. Reckon he'd want to explore. Probably wanna talk to me a little. Only Forrest is pretty protective. Might be holding him back from it."

Cricket runs his thumb over the writing on the shell for a moment, then tucks it back under his shirt.

He smiles at the mention of tulips. "I remember you said you liked those. I hope there's more of 'em than anyone can count."