Quentin can't exactly remember the last time he was in a mall. Especially for leisure and not business, but it's all very nostalgic for a life he didn't live so much as watched in movies and on TV.

He points at the menu behind then pimple-faced clerk at the Orange Julius stand. "The big one," he clarifies as he ruminates on Roxy's words.

"Hm. That's food for thought," he says. Maybe not thoroughly convinced, but always willing to entertain the idea that he's more powerful than even he realizes. "I wonder if anyone else considered it. We should ask around. And then see if we can do it again. You know, recreate the situation as best we can but with whatever we wanna see next."