Quentin took Charlie. He loved his little brother dearly, even if it was at odds with his nihilistic, smart ass affectations. "You want to play with the Peppa Pig toys?" he asked, able to pick it out of the baby's mind with ease. "We'll get them," he said, hoisting Charlie onto his hip and walking with him to the toy basket.
"Ohhh, you have no idea!" he said gleefully to Noah.