Kyle's blush fades as they hurry along and Quentin doesn't seem to be phased by a casual use of the L word. He tries to look everywhere at once as they rush along, scared that they'll be surrounded by creepy dummies at the next turn.

Once they're back in the mall concourse he heaves a deep sigh of relief.

"Pretzel sounds good," he says belatedly. "And, hey. We should like... find a comfy display bed tonight."