"What she said," Bart mutters under his breath in concurrence with Lou's raspberry, huffing a soft sigh and looking back at Chris again, one hand resting on the domed top of the little craft.

"The sooner the better, honestly. I can't always take the Mipha's Grace out, I hate to inconvenience miss Zelda any more than I've already done. But you'll know the moment that I know when I can move it. Perhaps I should ask for one of the carts the postmen use..." Already he's going off on his own little tangent about what the next step in his plan should feasibly be. Sorry, Chris. He's doing the thing where he's trying to come up with all the answers himself again.