"Does chamomile work? I grew it myself, once we got a greenhouse car." Xander wasn't sure if Raven had been there for that, and it definitely differed from the rock garden car that had been taken over by the rude book dude. Honestly, if there was a good way to get around it, he'd avoid it entirely, affinity for earth be damned.

"It was a big train when I showed up, and it's not getting smaller," he said, agreeable. "But we met now, so that's okay. Ladies first," he said, gesturing Raven ahead. "This way I won't accidentally whack you with a wing."

Not that he'd ever actually done that to anyone, but there was always a first time. Xander didn't want that to be now.