[ Eliot hums at that, eyes holding Quentin’s for a moment before dropping to the table. He picks up his drink and slides back into his seat. ]

Mm. Before I. Answer that there’s something I feel like I have to clear up first.

For as. Crazy, and I do mean crazy, and intense as that magic juice was, it’s really like. Close to. Mm... Nothing? Compared to the cocktail of usual suspects at any given Physical Kids’ party.

[ Eliot takes a nice, healthy drink from his cup to let that all sink in first before he continues. ]

So. We remember everything.

[ And it means they knew what they were doing too.


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