If Jack was a telepath and he could have heard her mental plight, he would have answered, I should totally get a snow-white steed. I would look so cool on it.

But he was not, so such a thought did not occur to him, save for a strange and brief longing to own a quadruped that wasn't completely useless like Babe. But it was only a momentary distraction before he decided that Effie's excuse about being busy seemed suspect, but not something he felt entirely inclined to question or care much about. There was probably a story behind it that would ruin the beach trip thing even more than having to share a towel.

"Well then, follow me. Prepare to be dazzled. Assuming they don't have teleporters where you are. If they do, prepare to be underwhelmed."

He turned her around so he could take her by the hand and lead her that large suspicious metal box that occupied far too much room in the barracks.