Barry's half asleep, warmed by the fire and Derek pressed against his side, and he stirs with a faint grumble to observe the ornament fall. Blinking awake, Barry's eyes widen as Derek's words penetrate the fog. "What? No, it's fine!" he insists, still staring at the ornament.

"Jinx probably did it." He feels her tail against his neck. "You know, earlier."