"We can see to that," Felix promises, snatching a glance at him in return. "Even if some of my family won't be there, I'll lay money that we won't be short of things to see, games to play, meals to help cook... and our gatherings tend to be noisy affairs. Friends of family coming along, old comrades from the Legion and that sort. For one, I think Marcella usually invites Ushug - the smith she apprenticed under."

He pauses, because he's glanced at Jim again for his reaction, and the sheer pleasure of being here with the captain has him smiling like an idiot for a full minute before he remembers himself. Focuses on the road.

"...And if there's anything in particular that takes your fancy, of course we can go and do that."