[@Carlsberg]

Sky nodded. “Got it no alcohol and wet mares tonight,” he said, his voice full of implications. “And I’m aware… if you can meditate through a crate of potatoes exploding, you can meditate though anything,” he added with a laugh. He knew the exact magical resonance of potatoes after the incident, and that extremely magically charged potatoes had a chain reaction effect if the charge was on that resonance. Though the look on Ley Lines face when she came too coated in mashed potato while he was working on cleaning up the lab had been priceless. 

He walked over to the hardcase and began to unpack the currently disassembled components. He’d learned his lesson about transporting it fully assembled in another previous incident…  His potato cannon might have caused him a lot of trouble while he built it, but it was going to be worth it in the end! 

The checked luggage wasn’t up from the platform yet, though Sky felt it wouldn’t be more than maybe another hour while the staff sorted through everything and where it was meant to go.