Jinx was trotting by - she trotted lots of places, it being a sad requirement of lack-of-height - when she saw that nice boy skipping rocks. On the lake. That wasn't freezing anymore.

(All things sweet and fluffy she loved warmer weather.)

Patting her pocket to ensure the existence of her handy Pez dispenser, Jinx changed the course of her trot (they wouldn't mind if the envelope got there a little later, right? It was just something small. She thinks. Probably.) to put Aleksei in her path.