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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's sitting at the counter with one of the brochures and a pen marking that parts that don't make sense. There are lots of questions marks and use of a few specific words; how?, contract?.

He's eating a sandwich with a soda beside him as he works, looking up sometimes to note who comes in. When he goes back home, he's going to have as much information as possible about Milliways in case he comes back again or doesn't.

His disguise is up, leaving him looking like a fifteen year old boy just one who tends to hold his back rather straight.

(OOC: All threads set before Autor's. Open until it scrolls.)
Quentin (October Daye)

Comments

[heatherandsteel]

"I haven't had them combined, that would be good. Normally its chocolate or almond."

[herr_bookman]

"Hazelnut would also be quite excellent," Autor says, tapping his chin. He scoops up his notes from the counter and writes all of this down. "And marzipan with apples and cinnamon. Hmm. I should talk to you more often--you give me great ideas."

[heatherandsteel]

"I like eating and Toby knows great places to go."

[herr_bookman]

"That makes sense," Autor says, nodding. "Do you spend a lot of time with your aunt, then?"

[heatherandsteel]

"When I'm not training, I do."

[herr_bookman]

"Oh?" Autor says, blinking. "Training for what?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Just whatever I might need to know."

[herr_bookman]

Autor's b.s. antennae twitch. "Ah," he says. "Who trains you?"

[heatherandsteel]

He shrugs and starts on another donut instead of answering.

[herr_bookman]

"And we're back at that impasse again," Autor says, shaking his head. "Well. I should leave you be. Enjoy your donuts, Quentin."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin nods and finishes his off before picking up the box and heading toward the door.