[ Oh--okay--well, Quentin's at least sort of used to that, and he does look down, put the bottle in Eliot's hands so he can hold it, and carefully pries off the crown so it won't continuously jab him in the leg. ]
Still gotta ask the birds.
[ But he's already grabbing the bottle, starting to feel just a little more pleasantly numb, the room not quite softly spinning yet, but getting a little close. He puts eliot's crown on his other knee. ]
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Still gotta ask the birds.
[ But he's already grabbing the bottle, starting to feel just a little more pleasantly numb, the room not quite softly spinning yet, but getting a little close. He puts eliot's crown on his other knee. ]