[Quentin can't help the genuine laugh that escapes when Steven asks him how his week's been. His wing slips off of Steven's shoulder before he gently thunks his head against the same spot, like a cat headbutting against a hand. God. Quentin is so fucked. Steven is such a dweeb, how dare he be charming even now.

The sudden snap of lingering tension is weirdly relieving.]

I- sorry, but, ah, alright, for the most part! [He's still smiling a little as he sits back up.] Bit weird, bit empty, but- alright. Coulda been better, coulda been worse. Happy we could talk. Was thinking about trying a new recipe I found so I could just- do something, y'know? Some kinda... bread thing, I think. You get up to anything recently-?