Calista was trying to figure out the same thing on her end, actually. She wondered what she had done to get Quentin, because she felt pretty damn lucky to have him, too. In the past, guys had poked fun at her lack of a brain and general space cadet moments, but Quentin didn't do that. He made her smile and happy and loved. Those were all good things in her book, thus she was keeping him.
And she was glad she could bake for him. One of the reasons she enjoyed doing it so much was because it made people happy. She took a lot of pride in not only baking, but also watching people eat her baked goods. It was a win-win situation. While Quentin couldn't exactly return the favor, she didn't perked up at the mention of Starbucks. "Oooo, maybe you can get one of those bone drinks again." Or whatever it was. Calista couldn't remember. Hopefully he would. Snuggling in closer with her coffee and plate of food in hand, she took a couple bites before looking on over to him. "You sleep well?"