There's a blue fox sitting in a tree hollow in a certain part of the forest. The part where a certain human who still pays attention to fey, sometimes, lives.
Will orders the largest coffee he can and something with eggs and lots of cheese.
He gets a doughnut for the bird.
The drive to the city will take another hour.
Will isn't particularly talkative.
Will answers, to the best of his knowledge.
Will parks at the edges of the city in an empty parking lot.
"I'm going to the hospital," he says. "It might be boring. We can do something else first."
"I know. I'm still offering."
"Sure. It will be empty right now."
"Yes. Sometimes they're even all full."
"They might be. They might be too focused on the game to notice."
"There didn't used to be?"
"Is there anything else you want to see?"
"We could go to the top of a skyscraper?"
Then they will go to the top of a skyscraper and look at the interesting roofs of human buildings, the swimming pools and tables and occasional gardens.
Will buys street vendor food for fey, a hotdog and a pretzel and a churro.