Unsurprisingly Quentin has found and procured cotton candy awfully quickly upon arrival to this place. It's not exactly an energy drink but sugar will do in a pinch.

The snivelling sounds of an upset child catches his ears more than his heart and when he turns to see that pouting face he smiles. Not out of maliciousness— not that anyone would know it— but out of some epiphany of recognition in a younger version of Carter.

"Yeah that's closer to the face I remember!" he chimes before realizing this child clearly doesn't care that he is, at this age, more the image of the boy Quentin might have passed in the halls at Xavier's some time back.

"Oh. Uh. What's with the water works? Hey, do you like candy?" he offers out that bag of candy floss in his hand. That'll work right?