“Ewoks are iconic.” “Ewoks are stupid.” “But Endor.” “But Hoth. There’s a reason people always call the best, grittiest installment of a trilogy the Empire of the series.” “And I can appreciate that. But isn’t there something to be valued in a happy ending as well?” “Spoken like a true Prince Charming.” “Tm only saying, I like the resolution of Jedi. It ties everything up nicely. And the overall theme you're intended to take away from the films is hope and love and . . . er, you know, all that. Which is what Jedi leaves you with a sense of most of all.” Henry coughs, and Alex is turning to look at him again when the door opens and Cash’s giant silhouette reappears. “False alarm,” he says, breathing heavily. “Some dumbass kids brought fireworks for their friend.” He looks down at them, flat on their backs and blinking up in the sudden, harsh light of the hallway. “This looks cozy.” “Yep, we're really bonding,” Alex says. He reaches a hand out and lets Cash haul him to his feet. Outside Kensington Palace, Alex takes Henry’s phone out of his hand and swiftly opens a blank contact page before he can protest or sic a PPO on him for violating royal property. The car is waiting to take him back to the royals’ private airstrip. “Here,” Alex says. “That’s my number. If we’re gonna keep this up, it’s going to get annoying to keep going through handlers. Just text me. We'll figure it out.” Henry stares at him, expression blankly bewildered, and Alex wonders how this guy has any friends. “Right,” Henry says finally. “Thank you.” “No booty calls,” Alex tells him, and Henry chokes on a laugh.