Oh, so sad, he guessed wrong. Whatever. At least Reynard has kept his word and he isn't sinking any deeper into the snow.

What he wants is to be out of this snowdrift. He doesn't care if the offer is a slight at his intelligence, although the fact that he's going to be asked another riddle does not ease the tension in his jaw. But what choice does he have? He hasn't quite got to his PINpoint yet. "Sure," he says, not bothering to look up as he continues to dig. "Humor me."