South Park isn't so much a park as it is a pit. That's what everyone told him when he went looking for it, but Jamie's spent time there anyway. He's spent enough time there that now there's white flowers growing around the well called Judas's Kiss. He's heard the rumors about an appropriate sacrifice bringing luck and he's tempted to see if he can make it work.

Not making a sacrifice. But granting luck.

He's been somewhat cautious using contracts here, uncertain as to the kind of attention it might bring him, if any at all. Usually that kind of magic requires a specific target and circumstances, like most fae magic, but he could probably find ways to make it work. Or he can just tell people that it's the well giving luck when really it's him. If he feels like giving out a little bit of luck in the first place.

Jamie crouches down, touching the paperwhites coming up and blooming.

"You don't even look like you belong here," he says to the flowers.