"Lady, you wound me. I've been told my singing voice rivals that of Josen the Bard. Mind you I never did ask the lass if she was referring to before or after Josen was kicked in the throat by his donkey."

Jamie addresses that last bit to the steering wheel, frowning slightly over the memory. Moments later he laughs it off and palms the keys, then opens the truck door, kicking it in the bottom right panel as he pulls the handle. The driver's side had taken a direct hit in Mississippi. Now it sticks.

Only when he's finally standing outside does he look around. "Could be promising," he decides.