[Well. If nothing else the question about the cooking is a distraction. A needed one? Maybe. It's enough to make the swarm of emotion in Quentin's head stutter for a second.]
/I downloaded it from Gordon Ramsey's brain one time when I was bored!/
[A very normal thing to say.]
/Dude asked me what I'm good at, and I thought it would be a funny bit to list all the impressive shit and then one of the stupid recipes I know. I didn't know he'd fucking take me up on it! Fuck, where the hell do I get a single bay leaf? Where do people get bay leaves?/
/Can you find them outside?? What kind of stupid question is—/
[Okay, granted, Quentin doesn't actually know if bay leaves can or can't be found outside. The unforeseen downsides of your only cooking knowledge being downloaded directly from the brains of celebrity chefs.]
/Whatever, I'll fucking figure it out, I guess. No thanks to you!/
/I'm not asking if you know how to cook, I'm asking if you know where to find a bay leaf!/
[Because those are different. Obviously.]
/It's fine, I'll get the guy to fucking find one. He's like a cowboy or some kinda bullshit, I think. One of the assholes on that stupid fucking computer./
[Great, the asshole has arrived. Why did Quentin invite him here again? Oh, right, because he's a friendless loser who sucks at everything. Glad we had this discussion.]
Because—I dunno! The land or—whatever!
[Okay, that's weak, and he knows it. Quentin huffs loudly, pulling out various bowls and ingredients and slamming them irritably on the counter.]
Look, I'm having a really fucking bad day, okay? Give me a break!
( but he isn't raising his own voice. isn't responding to the irritation clear in quentin's tone, because julian already knows exactly where it's coming from: this isn't a thing he should escalate, but temper down. )
Take a breather, man. Before you end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
[Quentin freezes for 0.76 seconds with a mixing bowl in his hand, processing what Julian said.
Fact 1: he did in fact contact Keller first.
Fact 2: he should probably "take a breather".
Fact 3: he will probably end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
He telekinetically hurls the bowl across the room to drop it on a counter with enough force that it spins and nearly topples onto the floor before coming to a stop at the edge of the counter.]
Take a brea—pfft, ha. I've fucked up everything else today, why not add the fucking kitchen.
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/I downloaded it from Gordon Ramsey's brain one time when I was bored!/
[A very normal thing to say.]
/Dude asked me what I'm good at, and I thought it would be a funny bit to list all the impressive shit and then one of the stupid recipes I know. I didn't know he'd fucking take me up on it! Fuck, where the hell do I get a single bay leaf? Where do people get bay leaves?/
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/Why the hell would I know? Can you find them outside?/
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[Okay, granted, Quentin doesn't actually know if bay leaves can or can't be found outside. The unforeseen downsides of your only cooking knowledge being downloaded directly from the brains of celebrity chefs.]
/Whatever, I'll fucking figure it out, I guess. No thanks to you!/
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( and he's walking to the kitchen, okay! he's coming! just. slowly. because quentin's wound up and that means it's going to be a headache for him. )
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[Because those are different. Obviously.]
/It's fine, I'll get the guy to fucking find one. He's like a cowboy or some kinda bullshit, I think. One of the assholes on that stupid fucking computer./
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( who would know where to find a bay leaf unless they planned on cooking with a bay leaf? jesus quire, use your head for once.
but alright, he's - in the doorway to the kitchen now, leaning a hip up against it with a brow raised. )
Why do you think the cowboy would help you find a bayleaf?
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Because—I dunno! The land or—whatever!
[Okay, that's weak, and he knows it. Quentin huffs loudly, pulling out various bowls and ingredients and slamming them irritably on the counter.]
Look, I'm having a really fucking bad day, okay? Give me a break!
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( but he isn't raising his own voice. isn't responding to the irritation clear in quentin's tone, because julian already knows exactly where it's coming from: this isn't a thing he should escalate, but temper down. )
Take a breather, man. Before you end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
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Fact 1: he did in fact contact Keller first.
Fact 2: he should probably "take a breather".
Fact 3: he will probably end up fucking up all the supplies in the kitchen.
He telekinetically hurls the bowl across the room to drop it on a counter with enough force that it spins and nearly topples onto the floor before coming to a stop at the edge of the counter.]
Take a brea—pfft, ha. I've fucked up everything else today, why not add the fucking kitchen.