"No, I don't remember getting here, though it must be that Oliver man, the one in charge, just had our sleeping bodies dragged down into the cars while we were sleeping. I don't see many other explanations, aside for perhaps magic, but let's please be realistic." He added, glancing to John as if he were the one that had brought up magic.

"Keep going straight along. We're going to be mostly on B3135 for the most part, it looks like." He murmured as he inspected the map a bit more closely, lips pursed into somewhat of a frown. He glanced up, staring at the road ahead of them, brow furrowing even more as he turned and asked. " Can you smell that? Smells like funnel cake."

He hummed at that and looked back down to the map, tapping his tongue against the roof of his mouth as they continued on. "Haven't had funnel cake in a long time... I think the last time was in America, maybe..."