(... Those are lovely, actually, and while she does want to roll her eyes first, make a snide comment back, her stomach growls louder than any noise they're making. Fuck, fine.)
/I didn't bring this up to gossip, Quentin. I'm genuinely worried about him./
(Is that what he thinks she's doing? Gossiping behind Nate's back? Cripes, his view of her is worse than she thought.
... Though, probably she earned it.
She unquestionably earned it. Her attention, however, goes from the topic to the egg, and the moment she takes a bite, she's so absurdly pleased.)
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/I didn't bring this up to gossip, Quentin. I'm genuinely worried about him./
(Is that what he thinks she's doing? Gossiping behind Nate's back? Cripes, his view of her is worse than she thought.
... Though, probably she earned it.
She unquestionably earned it. Her attention, however, goes from the topic to the egg, and the moment she takes a bite, she's so absurdly pleased.)
/... Nice job./