“Ha.” His arm eases up a bit from where it’s around Ginko’s shoulders, and flopping out to the side with surprising looseness for something made of wood. “As if those bleedin’ streets need ta get any more dangerous. Horses were bad enough, and they weren’t made of metal!” Carriages, yeah, carriages were a pain in the ass too, but at least that was wood.

“I think I’ll stick with the box of hands over cars, if we’re bein’ honest.”