Muted Mayhem and Merrymaking

Previously

…“Crystal Caves, you say?” Jon mused, a twinkle in his eye. “How… interesting.” He knew, with a certainty that surprised him, that Barty was wrong. But he also knew that Barty’s misguided pursuit was a far greater source of comedy than any gem could ever be. And with that thought, Jon continued on his way, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, and a quiet, contented hen-like feeling settling deep within his soul. The chase was far from over, but the stakes, for Jon, had fundamentally changed.