"That's ... weird," Quinn said slowly. How could someone not have a home? "So, did you ever live in Paris? Because that would be kind of cool. And I guess it explains your weird accent."

Oddly drawn into this conversation, she decided to start eating her apple because it would really suck if lunch ended and she hadn't done that yet. Nothing was worse than a hungry, cranky Cheerio. Taking a small bite, she waited for him to answer.