[Quentin knows Toby is way better at the magic scent thing than he is. And now that he's thinking about it, he can't catch the familiar scent of his own magic either. Blue eyes go wide and he looks at Toby bewildered.]
That can't be good... right? It's still working though.
[Wait another second though.] Toby... are we sure I'm me?
[What if he's an impostor! Except, wouldn't he know if he were?]
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[Quentin knows Toby is way better at the magic scent thing than he is. And now that he's thinking about it, he can't catch the familiar scent of his own magic either. Blue eyes go wide and he looks at Toby bewildered.]
That can't be good... right? It's still working though.
[Wait another second though.] Toby... are we sure I'm me?
[What if he's an impostor! Except, wouldn't he know if he were?]