John was restless and at loose ends and decided to drop by the park where Finch was currently on a play date with Bear.

Bear had seemed much more settled lately and the dates had the added benefit of getting Harold out in the sun for a little while.

John made his way through the park to Harold's usual bench. Harold was sitting primly in place, his laptop balanced on his legs as he focused on the screen. Bear lay quietly beside the bench, panting and drinking from a bowl and apparently enjoying a rest from his play. John assumed the other occupant of the bench was the owner of Bear's playmate.

The stranger was a tall thin man with dark hair slicked back from his forehead and curling below his collar. He wore an elegant charcoal suit with matching tie and had a gold and green scarf draped around his neck. He seemed as fashion conscious as Finch. The stranger was slouched casually on the bench, one hand draped across the back as he leaned over to stare at the laptop intently, a wicked smile on his face.*

John's observations of the pair were disrupted by a deep growl from behind him. He turned around, only to find himself being glared at by the biggest dog he had ever seen. It was huge and black and currently showing John its long gleaming fangs. By the yellow in its eyes it must have some wolf in its pedigree. John cautiously reached for his gun, not wanting to make any sudden moves that might provoke it but not liking the hungry gleam in its eyes either. His precaution turned out to be unnecessary as Finch called out "It is quite alright Mr. Reese" at the same time that his companion said "Leave him alone, Fen" The pony-sized dog gave John a look and stalked over to the bench, only calming when the stranger reached out to scratch behind his ears. Bear seemed unconcerned, looking from his playmate over to his master and thumping his tail a few times, too tired for his usual more exuberant greeting.

"Shouldn't your dog have a collar?" John asked.

"I do what I want. And I would never put a collar on my baby" the stranger huffed in reply.

Further discussion was cut off by a call of "Brother! Here are your frozen treats!" This newcomer seemed a complete opposite to his supposed sibling. He was tall and broad and had long blond hair and a beard. He was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt and oddly had a large hammer hanging at his side. Looking between the two John mused that they must take after different parents.

The newcomer was juggling 3 ice cream cones in his large hands. Finch's companion rose smoothly to his feet and held out his hand imperiously for his treat, saying "Give it here you oaf."

Instead of offering a cone to Finch the newcomer instead reached out to give it to the large black wolf-dog. For a moment John thought the man would lose his hand when the wolf-dog snapped up the cone in one bite. After planning another play date and saying their farewells the odd trio headed off, trading insults between licks of ice cream as their large shadow skulked behind.

Harold packed away his laptop and watched them head off with a bemused expression. He then turned to John and asked "Would you care for an ice cream Mr. Reese?" Seeing the twin sets of hopeful puppy dog eyes on Finch and Bear, John smiled and said "Sure."

*Initially Harold and Loki were creating mischief trolling the internet, but by the time John arrived they were watching Cute Kitten videos on YouTube