"Yes, that way of travel is much smoother than an abraxan drawn carriage." He’d had the pleasure of traveling by the latter exactly once, and it had been a harrowing experience, but more pleasant than portkey. "Do you travel by flying ship often?"

Clearing his throat, he tried to decide how best to answer Jo’s question without thoroughly embarrassing himself. "It was as pleasant as travel by portkey can ever be," Which wasn’t at all, in his book. However, it wasn’t the worst. Once, he’d had to take two portkeys in a day to Russia, and he spent the entirety of the next day laid up in bed. "However, it is quick and allows me more time to spend in your company."

Unless he was fully engrossed in a book, Zachariah wasn’t the sort of man to keep still. He was constantly moving about his shop completing tasks he could just as well delegate out to others. It was with an incline of his head to the street that he suggested they begin their wanderings. It wasn’t often that he lightened his workload to afford more time for recreation on such trips.

"Where is it you would like to go first?"