Quentin grabs a couple of plates with TK—look, the recipe he has downloaded can feed two, so you bet your sweet ass he's feeding two—and proceeds to plate, garnish, and serve his fancy scrambled eggs. He also gives Sophie a snide look.]
/Half? You wound me./
[He sounds perhaps remarkably unconcerned by that statement.]
/Eh. Either he vaporizes all our brains, or he doesn't. Whispering about him behind his back ain't gonna change anything./
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Quentin grabs a couple of plates with TK—look, the recipe he has downloaded can feed two, so you bet your sweet ass he's feeding two—and proceeds to plate, garnish, and serve his fancy scrambled eggs. He also gives Sophie a snide look.]
/Half? You wound me./
[He sounds perhaps remarkably unconcerned by that statement.]
/Eh. Either he vaporizes all our brains, or he doesn't. Whispering about him behind his back ain't gonna change anything./