"Hm…" Oliver said. "Well, there's a different type of cunning, I do suppose. Perhaps you and Greeves might see eye to eye yet."
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"And how was the journey?" Nila said. "Not as bad as you were complaining it would be, I suppose?"
"…Well, I wouldn't go that far. It was fairly miserable," Oliver said. "Can you imagine how I suffered, when it took that long to get there? The horse and carriage… That is something that we need to uninvent."
"Uninvent? Is that a word?" Nila said, giggling. "How would you even go about that? You would need magic like Francis', to make the whole world forget."
"I'm surprised you're able to even say his name. Just thinking about him makes me shiver," Oliver said. "But I suppose, yes, a magic like that, to rid us of the horse and cart, and then we can all make our way around strictly on horseback alone. There'll be a lot of freedom in that."
