[Eliot shifts his arm to drape it over Quentin's shoulders instead, not letting him shift that far away. Sometimes a longer reach is handy.] Really we probably should have just expected something like this the second we got it back. Another day, another fucked up adventure in magic. At least this one we're both here for.

[Eliot laughs though.] It might be. But if so, the next jump better end us somewhere where the outfits are better than the last trip. Or let's try a sci-fi style future. [He lets go of Quentin finally, though he doesn't move very far away. Eliot still has a nagging urge to keep Quentin in easy eyeline.] Besides, I think magic is still on the agenda, I've seen some weird shit around. It's just not our usual brand.