It's hard to say how many bags of cotton candy Quentin has put away at this point, but it's unlikely to ever find him in this place without one in hand.

The colour of that sweet pink batting matches his hair as he's stuffing his mouth full and cocking his head at Kyle who seems completely overcome by the time Quentin gets there to see the painted performer retreating.

"What's so funny?" he asks. "Clowns? You're not into clowns are you? That could be a deal breaker."

It takes a moment for Kyle's panicked thoughts to pierce through Quentin's persist veil of distractedness and apathy. "Whoa, hey ok. Calm down. Are you choking? I know the Heimlich."