[He does furrow his eyebrows in confusion when she tries briefly to convince his brain that she's wearing some insanely fashionable outfit at 4 in the morning in the kitchen burning eggs. Even if he wasn't a telepath, who would believe that??
... Not that Quentin can judge too much, considering he's very clearly combed his hair before coming downstairs, and he's dressed in a soft pink housecoat and slippers over his pajamas. But at least he's not using telepathy!]
/You can thank me by never telling a damn soul about this./
[He yawns and telekinetically moves a (non-melted) pan and all of his ingredients to the stove or counter as appropriate. Gordon Ramsay's Famous Scrambled Eggs coming up!]
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... Not that Quentin can judge too much, considering he's very clearly combed his hair before coming downstairs, and he's dressed in a soft pink housecoat and slippers over his pajamas. But at least he's not using telepathy!]
/You can thank me by never telling a damn soul about this./
[He yawns and telekinetically moves a (non-melted) pan and all of his ingredients to the stove or counter as appropriate. Gordon Ramsay's Famous Scrambled Eggs coming up!]