"Yeah, right. I'll, uh, get right on that?"

Quentin does a small wave, and stays there, watching the trees speculatively while Cao Pi walks away.

It's ferry day, if there's a ferry coming after what happened last month. And that still gets his blood boiling and makes his hands clench. Fucking dammit. And thus cheered up, Quentin heads for what used to be the docks to see what will happen this time.