Roland shakes his head softly, a quiet chuckle thrown her way. "Not at all." He wraps his other hand around the handle of the basket so that it faces forward, and in an instant, a glow of gold and sparkle appears between his hands. The basket disappears in that flash of light, and Roland's hands are suddenly free of any obstruction. He folds his arms over his chest, still smiling like nothing happened; so used to the task that it comes second nature.

"I can collect clothes as we go through the field trip. The wash area is nearer to the dining car, anyway." He moves to the side, as if beckoning. "Shall we?"