The idea was basic and a good one, and it had Graham nodding in immediate agreement. There was much to think on in the present and much to discuss later. Too much to swallow in a single sitting in a strange environment. He had to wonder on the Curse and the strange implications to do with the Prince having come from more than a year after his waking and disappearing from the hospital, the memory of who he had been so long ago clear in his eyes, while Ruby was...Ruby. Cheerful and bright and unknowing of who she had been before.

Both the writings the Prince talked of and the phones could be used, of course, for as much as the Huntsman might have preferred some more familiar way of communicating, it wasn't as if there were likely to be carrier pigeons to carry notes to one another.

He stood and waited for the Prince's answer, wondering why he of all people would be thinking of carrier pigeons. Wolves didn't keep carrier pigeons.