[Quentin does laugh a little, but it's a soft huff more at himself. Movie buff, nostalgic- same difference. Just reaching for old lists on the back of receipts, in the margins of a book, an old letter. Trying to ignore the bittersweet ache that grew over the years when he wasn't watching them with his uncle or cousin, the ones who had recommended half of the shit in the first place.]

I mean, anything can be pretentious. But love... yeah. Yeah. Can't argue with that one. Makes you almost believe anyone could be your Clark Gable, or Bergman. The effects are... pretty good, too. Maybe not perfect, or real, but- good. Delightful.

[His smile is a bit lopsided now, but genuine as he leans enough to press their shoulders together for a beat. Show that he's being genuine, is listening.]

Real limestone, huh? You using anything to cement it with, or trying to stay as accurate as possible? Did they even use any kind of... grout or whatever back then? Or is it more of a 'things fit so well, they didn't need any of that' kinda deal.

[He can give his vague thoughts on how to potentially imitate stone if the real deal is too finicky later. Right now he just wants to hear Steven keep going. See someone else in their element, when returning to his old one feels- off, still. Trying to be somebody he hasn't been for a long time.]