/Well, she'll have to go through me, so. Good luck to her./
[Oh, ew, that was very "nice guy" white knight, wasn't it? Gross. Quentin cringes at himself.
Unfortunately now that his face is no longer plastered to the table, he has to look at and be reminded that it's Sophie Cuckoo over there drinking way too much booze with him, and he abruptly realizes that he's now the one getting takeout and champagne with her and not Julian. Does that make this a date? He's guessing that's a big no. For any number of well-established reasons. Then again, it also wasn't with Julian either. Which Quentin knew, he just had to open his big fat brain-mouth. Ugh.]
/Right, yeah, pasta's good. Back home we have Glob making all our food. Hell of a cook, but he's a vegetarian. Been ages since I've had beef or pork./
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[Oh, ew, that was very "nice guy" white knight, wasn't it? Gross. Quentin cringes at himself.
Unfortunately now that his face is no longer plastered to the table, he has to look at and be reminded that it's Sophie Cuckoo over there drinking way too much booze with him, and he abruptly realizes that he's now the one getting takeout and champagne with her and not Julian. Does that make this a date? He's guessing that's a big no. For any number of well-established reasons. Then again, it also wasn't with Julian either. Which Quentin knew, he just had to open his big fat brain-mouth. Ugh.]
/Right, yeah, pasta's good. Back home we have Glob making all our food. Hell of a cook, but he's a vegetarian. Been ages since I've had beef or pork./