Alfred smiled wryly, glad for the change of topic even if it felt a little strange to leave the last one so unsettled. "It wouldn't be much of an expedition if it's only a week," he pointed out. The search for Avalon was about as close to home as someone could get while still keeping in view that search for the unknown, and even that had taken several months. The farthest they could get in a week was the Mediterranean, and that was if they had the winds in their favor and used a little magic to speed them along when it wasn't. And that would just be traveling, not looking for anything — so not much of an expedition, but still.

"It could be fun," he said with a grin. "Did you have somewhere in mind, or want to spin a compass and see which way it takes us?" He had a compass in his room, because of course he did. They'd have to talk logistics, of course — if it was just the two of them, it wasn't as though they'd be going underway on the Voyager, but smaller craft were easy to rent if needed — particularly at this time of year, when the waves were too rough for most leisure sailors to bother.