[ Quentin looks up at Eliot, craning his head back slightly, and when he looks at Eliot's face he winds up smiling. It's small but there, the corners of his lips lifting.

God, he's tired. ]

Yeah. I'm in Fillory.

[ And that's pretty fucking cool, all things considered. Even if there's the inevitable threat of doom looming over them. It's already struck, but it's still there, ever present. ]

And a King. I mean, I allready had a whole walking tour mapped out. Julia and I used to spend hours with a map planning it.