WESLEY’S HEAD QUIRKS TO THE SIDE, eyes following the direction of the familiar voice. “That would be great if I weren’t already perfectly capable of finding the buildings on my own. –I know where everything is, I just–” he pauses, hand waiving haphazardly in the air beside him. “–Happen to not be able to read a few of the signs is all.”
“That’s where the online map comes in. It has everything marked down and labeled,” Tanner piped up yet again, absentmindedly tuning his ukulele. “Or maybe you just need to buy yourself a pair of reading glasses to carry around.”











