Book One, Chapter Six, Post Ten

"I am still who I was yesterday this time,” Flynn says. “Your father knew who I was when he chose to have me. Given the circumstances, I ask you to remember that. I will defer to your judgment, though, since that seems to be your wish." He shrugs, watching her carefully, before turning to Terrence. "Maybe you shouldn't be such a gobbler?"

"Perhaps not, but I don't see what that has to do with... OH! I SEE! Very good, Director!"

Arabella looks around the room. “Any other questions before I order the items you’ve asked for and fill out the necessary paperwork? Then you can set off.”

"I'd prefer a wardrobe that isn't haunted. And an entertainer's kit. They're very handy when one is in the diplomatic professions. Oh, and for transportation? Mounts of some epic variety, I'm assuming.

"And a lute—the plain toast of musical instruments, but they stand up to adventuring. And if a bear eats it, it's no great loss."

“I can provide you with horses. If you want something more epic, you might have to find that for yourself. The lute and entertainment items will be very difficult as they aren’t normal equipment but actually much more specialized. If I can only get one, which would you prefer?” Arabella asks Terrence.

“Oh, definitely the entertainment items. The humanoid voice is the greatest instrument the gods have wrought!”

"Will we be able to make a brief detour to the farm?” Flynn asks. “My equipment is there, and I need to make sure everything is in order for my absence."

Arabella nods. “I’m sure that will be doable. It is only maybe a day or so out of the way, and I understand that need. I’m sure your comrades will too.”

At the prospect of A Trip to the Farm, Terrence's eyes sparkle with delight.

"The tally quick, the answer clear,
a thousand boons and not one harm.
He needs his gear (though time is dear),
we'll visit now the dairy farm...

"I took some license there. I don't really know what kind of farm it is."