He shook his head, "Nope. You don't. And I even got a portkey instead of worrying about telling you a head of time to get us there." He waggled his eyebrows. He was feeling a free sort of happiness tonight, and he found the more time he spent with Coira, the more he felt that way.
"Are you ready?" He asked, reaching for her hand to pull her out of the kitchen chair. The portkey was set on the kitchen counter by the sink, it looked to be an old belt buckle of some sort.