Quinn tilts her head at him, not very amused, voice too sweet and edged with petulant bitchiness. "Go fuck yourself. I'm nineteen, and we're in Canada, so I'm legal."
Snorting a laugh, because he finds it hilarious that Quinn seems to get herself into bitching contests with everyone present, Phillip helps himself to another sandwich. "Well, as the young lady said, it's each to his own if you want to go or stay. I'm staying, at least until we know more."