Uh huh, and-and you can actually store things in- [Quentin snaps his mouth shut, because really? Talking about anything from the timeline-that-maybe-never-happened was too much. Even when things weren't crazy around him, and here? Over dishes and leftover bacon bits... it was kind of worse.

The normality.

He turns back to the rest of the dishes, putting plates and cups away in the cupboards.]

I should go... I have some stuff. That I forgot upstairs, and hey? Who knows, maybe I'll run in to that cowboy again.