Awesome, Ross was a caffeine addict too! Granted, Quentin could get away with not having coffee if he had to, but he was ridiculously particular about his drink. Why yes, he could tell if you made it wrong, and yes, he was going to hand it back. "And I won't lie, I would read said coffee criticisms," he said, totally serious. "I gotta ask, what's your drink of choice?" He was thinking either straight black coffee, or maybe a doppio kind of guy.
Quentin stood up too, watching Ross take his paintings and hold them up against the wall. It was always something of a thrill, to see how your work would look in a brand new space like that. The last thing he'd expected to come out of Ross' mouth was that, and the grin on Quentin's face just grew bigger. "I would love to be part of that," he said. "Seriously, let me know when and where and what work you'd want and I am so there." And he was going to email his parents about it too. Possibly with HAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOU as the subject line.