"A de-what?"

It hasn't been all that long since Jamie's caught his own lantern, and he still has what's quite possibly the world's tiniest set of bagpipes in his hand - and the remnants of a smile on his face. That part of things does fade away for a few seconds, replaced by a temporary look of confusion, but then he laughs and claps Jack on the shoulder.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that was some sort of line. So when you'd turn up here again, anyway?"