Quentin would never laugh at her and call her stupid. He loved the way she looked at things; it was a little naive, yes, but that wasn't a bad thing. He didn't know why it was called Red Bull either, beyond being some sort of brand name. So long as Calista was smiling, all was well in his book.
"I do remember." Idly, Quentin reached up to play with her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. A month ago, Quentin would not have seen himself in this position, snacking on homemade scones in his bed. Jadyn had been right; his luck had turned around. "I will definitely keep you company for late night dress making. I'd offer to help sew, but this hands are only meant for painting, I think." He held them up to show her. "Once Whisper's got your samples, I'm sure she'll love them even more."