[ Fjord may have fibbed a bit; he wears fresh clothes, boots and his greatcoat, all acquired elsewhere while Molly was showering, but he is waiting in the kitchen when his boyfriend returns and has two sacks full of provisions. Since the Bagman night he hasn't been keen on personally using the Bag of Holding. ]

Here, Molls.

[ A spike of joy lodges in his chest to see him looking more like himself, even if the scaffolding of appearances is barely holding up in reality for both of them. A kiss is dropped on Molly's lips. ]

All set to go, the others might have to order from the diner for a couple of days but I don't really give a shit. Are you okay to fly to the ship or would you like to walk?