He absolutely grinned at hearing that there'd be more fun to have via salesperson reactions. Who knew paper money could be so fun?
"You don't need a passport for teleporting places," he told her as she heading for her room. "I don't have one." Why ever would he need one, not like he took a plane. And passports were for planes. At least in his limited experience. Normal people had so much paperwork to do...he didn't seem to have any!
Once the archer was gone, he swivelled in the seat and gave Ruarc a slightly mischievous smile. The leftover bits of Frances' breakfast and extra piece of bread floated over to the giant dog and Martin smiled and put his index finger to his lips. Keep it a secret giant dog.
Martin swivelled back and returned to his most innocent face. After all, he hadn't even left his seat! So clearly he could've done nothing to be blamed for. Obviously.
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