"I'm going with May," said Quentin. Well, I mean, at least until I can find a bus or taxi that will take me to Powell's."
"Powell's?" I asked blankly.
"It's a bookstore so big it takes up an entire city block. They have a rare books room bigger than the Safeway near the house. I'm going to ship things home, don't worry".
I do love Quentin. Faerie may be on the brink of war, but he's got his priorities right and is going to the bookstore.