"Don't oh, it wasn't anything illicit. You and I met in a museum. We chatted about at Turner painting, and I informed you I was your new Quartermaster. There was quite a bit of mocking me for my age, and you for yours, and then I gave you a gun and a radio. Said we didn't really go in for exploding pens anymore."
Q shrugs and fidgets with his glass, turning it in his hands. "Not a very interesting dream all in all, but there you have it."