The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

"Why would I object?" He gave a little more of a smile, setting that second box beside the first. The desktop's surface would suffice, it looked like; Chell dug his hands down under the sides of it, double-checking that he could indeed get a grip on it again, then took them out to quickly brush the sand off on his thighs' plating, and went for another of the bigger boxes. "These seem as though they wish to fall apart before too long...."