[Fortunately for Quentin, he's got a huge-ass bed, so the kick doesn't manage to boot him onto the floor. It does, however, make him laugh.]

Oh, I intend to try again much sooner than 3 days, 5 hours, and 19 minutes. [It's been a minute since she said that, so he's subtracting.]

Just about as soon as I get my blood sugar stabilized, in fact.

[It's getting there. He's finished one chocolate bar and is making short work of the second.]