[Steven went to the effort of putting this all together. Quentin is weirdly smitten by that. No one's done something like this for him before and it's... it's really sweet. Makes Quentin want to return the favor at some point, if he can. An elaborate scene for an elaborate scene.

Quentin's bags join the basket without much fuss, as he glances up at the sky again.]

Alright then, no birds here. Just Steven Grant. "Give me a place to stand and a lever, and I'll move the world." Sounds like you.

[He only hazily remembers it's some Greek philosopher who said that, and not much else. But it's... It feels like something big that Steven did this. Worked alongside a god and is still standing here. Quentin can't put it into words, but it's something his brain keeps getting stuck on, in a good way.]