[ He takes a deep breath and sighs as he sits down beside Quentin and lays back, arms wide. ]

The joys of being royalty. Sometimes you have to run errands. Other times you have to let other people do them for you because it might offend the wrong magical sort.

[ Then he hums. ]

It’s supposed to be a week, at most, but you never know when the weather will suddenly disagree with your mode of travel here.

I really need someone to figure out how the hell to make a car.