[Well. That's just perfect- another theory out the window and Quentin sinks lower in his seat.]
Yeah, okay. I can-- do that. Be back in an hour. [Not that he really intended to go anywhere. There's nothing here. No books, no locked doors (except the front door). Nothing to investigate and it's driving him out of his mind.]
Maybe you tasted it? I mean, maybe you just know what poison tastes like.
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Yeah, okay. I can-- do that. Be back in an hour. [Not that he really intended to go anywhere. There's nothing here. No books, no locked doors (except the front door). Nothing to investigate and it's driving him out of his mind.]
Maybe you tasted it? I mean, maybe you just know what poison tastes like.