Quentin's place was a small cottage in the forest. It was a drastic change from Castle Whitespire in Fillory, and from the apartment that he shared with Alice in New York. It was a couple of days before he was going to get his Muntjac back, and that would likely be his new home soon.
But he'd invited Julia over, and so he'd tidied, opened the wine to let it breathe, and waited for her to show up.
He opened the door and broke into one of his awkward, shaggy-haired smiles. "Hey, Jules."