Chuckling, Eliot decided to move on from Margo's rag conversation. Instead he picked up the quiche and, as gracefully as one possibly could when stabbing into anything in a pie plate, scooped up a bite of it. He couldn't help letting out a little groan as he chewed it, then gestured towards the other fork sitting on his bedside table.
"Don't tell me you expected me to be able to eat this entire thing on my own. I would never be able to stay so svelte if I did things like that."
"Quentin, I tell you now, if you ever catch me eating an entire quiche on my own? Either it's not me or something is horribly wrong." Eliot said it so deadpan, too. Because he was very serious about that.
"So. I've been bored lately. Tell me something interesting."
[ooc: OMG I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! The notification got eaten amongst all my things.]
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Date: 2025-08-18 04:38 am (UTC)"Don't tell me you expected me to be able to eat this entire thing on my own. I would never be able to stay so svelte if I did things like that."
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Date: 2025-08-22 02:59 am (UTC)He's teasing! He's mostly teasing. He's grabbing a fork as they speak so he can take a bite of his own.
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Date: 2025-08-25 03:30 am (UTC)"So. I've been bored lately. Tell me something interesting."
[ooc: OMG I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! The notification got eaten amongst all my things.]