This is really excellent and Lacey does not holler excitedly about it because the whole point of traveling by night is stealth but she is tempted.

It's kind of fun.

He's pretty fast. They might not take more than a night or two to get there.

It occurs to her partway through the first night that they didn't actually arrange for what to do during the day but figures she can work with wherever he decides to touch down.

He finds a nice secluded spot to land as dawn begins to approach, and puts her car down and curls up next to it.

She considers the merits of various options and elects to sleep in the backseat of the car.

Serafin sleeps like a dragon, which is to say, nothing bothers him.

It is multiple decades too early for Lacey to have been warned not to tickle him but she doesn't anyway.

She wakes before nightfall and pulls out a book to read while keeping an eye on her companion.

Eventually he yawns, which is quite a sight, and stretches out his wings and curves his neck around to peer into the vehicle.

She grins and waves and opens the door and slides out. "Good--not morning, but."

Shift. "Good not-morning to you too." Kiss.

Kiss. "Mm. I should probably do something about breakfast. Not-breakfast. Whatever," she sighs. She kisses him again instead.

"Mm. Yeah."

"...Do you want to eat something that isn't raw meat?"

He laughs. "Sure."

She grins and unearths a package of sugar cookies from the car's trunk. She takes one for herself and hands him one.

Nom.

Nom. "What do you think?"

"Ooh, I should see if I have any chocolate."

"That sounds promising."

"Oh, it is." She locates a chocolate bar and hands it over with a flourish.

Hug.