Jonah takes a seat with his friends, merrily munching on his doughnut. "Oh right, Frosty and friends," he casually muses. "Meant to send some emails back about that, but I was a bit more preoccupied with, y'know, almost losing my leg in that, uh, snowmobile accident," he says, dropping his voice a bit further, in case anyone is trying to listen in. "I'll tell you guys what all I know later, once we can get the group back together."

"Anyway," the scholar shrugs, "Think I should go try to help bail him out?" he asks, quickly stuffing the last of the doughnut into his mouth as he awaits feedback from his companions.