[Quentin smiles a grateful little smile in her direction even as he climbs to his feet, giving the food on the table a dirty (and remorseful) look. Goodbye traitorous food. Delicious, traitorous food.
He falls into step behind Toby, and the familiarity of that settles something in him.]
Probably. I have a pretty limited supply of arms. I should save them for when I really need them.
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He falls into step behind Toby, and the familiarity of that settles something in him.]
Probably. I have a pretty limited supply of arms. I should save them for when I really need them.