"Then neither of us has anything to worry about, except for those details." He grimaces, before glancing out the window. Ah, second lap already? That was quick. "Fortunately, your next tour isn't until next year, and I would hope you'd put time into your second album before then." After the upcoming vacation, of course.

The car slows soon after, then pulls up to the curb. It's barely stopped when the door opens, a bag is tossed in, and Carolina slides across the seat, looking a little harried, certainly hinting at Vexed, but otherwise unscathed.