[ the kick at the door makes him snort and he rolls out of bed, moves to open it. he's pleased to see koby even if he's balancing plates. quentin himself is only in a pair of low slung, black harem pants, nothing more. his room is tidy enough save for his bed, and there are a few things on the bedside table - paper, pens, a daisy from the garden.
there's a book of world maps and something that looks more like fiction on one side of his bed. ]
Want help with that? Or are you worried I'll get jam everywhere?
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there's a book of world maps and something that looks more like fiction on one side of his bed. ]
Want help with that? Or are you worried I'll get jam everywhere?
[ a grin, and he's reaching for a plate anyway. ]