[Aw man, Steven liked having that wing there. It wasn't on the level of a weighted blanket, but it still spread the sort of pressure that brought comfort. He's not even sure what to make of that headbutt. Some sort of faerie thing, maybe? Or maybe Quentin's just that quirky. He doesn't mind it, but caught him off guard a little.

What Steven meant was whether Quentin saw any familiar faces in the batch of newcomers, or got caught up in that candy debacle or anything like that. But you know what? The resulting ramble about trivial things like bread recipes is nicer to listen to.]

Oh, uh... Not really. Just work and trying to avoid my lush, dodgy neighbour on account of a supervillain history. As one does. [He laughs weakly. Really, he feels bad about that, he does. The hand that's on top of Quentin's own gives it a quick pat.]