The end of summer felt like a really long way away. But that really was a selfish thought, since there was a fifteen year old currently stuck inside a magical hotel. "Makes sense," he said, nodding, and downing quite a bit of the limoncello. "I wish we had a bolt hole in the woods you guys could use to go to ground," he couldn't help but add. "A bolt hole would be really freaking useful these days. But you probably want Wifi."