"Yeah, I can understand that. I'm from New England, our summers don't tend to be that bad. You'd probably like a Maine winter." Getting snow off your car sucked, no matter where you were from. Quentin wasn't expecting a Michigan winter to be any easier on him, though he was adapted to that climate, so to speak. Just made it hard to go outside and find a good view to sketch when everything was covered in snow.
He tilted his head back and forth, thinking about the options. "Wallpaper could work, though I won't lie, I find that boring too. If your mom really wants that view of Marina del Rey, I could do that - and I promise you it wouldn't look like ass either. I'd tried to find a happy medium between the two." One hand went to his lower back, where Remy had started his tattoo of the marina. At the thought of her mother talking his ear off, Quentin just snorted. "You've never met my mother. She has all her little rich housewife friends over for a freakin' tea party while the men are out on the boat, 'taking in the view' and talking politics and shit. Trust me, if anyone knows how to tune out bullshit, it's me."
He paused, "Not that everything your mom says is bullshit, but you know what I mean." Quentin honestly hadn't meant to be offensive toward her mom. Towards his, most likely, but not hers.