“I rather doubt it,” Quinn said with a shrug. “I clean well enough, but I can hardly boil water without alarm- I’d rather not tempt fate in that regard.” This, Gail did snicker at; the squawk he’d let off the first (and last, he swore) time he’d started a fire trying to make himself a cup of tea had been absolutely hilarious. Really, anything that broke his composure was- he was so proud of his cool head and unruffled feathers that the quick shots of humility were always funny and for his own good.
“He knows his limits,” Gail helpfully supplied. It was strange to her that his limits included knowing exactly how much he’d need to apply when working with five hundred different shades of eyeliner and lipstick and yet not how to tell that the water was boiling. But that was Quinn, and she wouldn’t change his foibles… if only because ribbing him over them was funnier. And, well, they had put the fire out before anything was irreparably damaged! Quinn certainly hadn’t needed all of that hair! “He’s good at punching things and putting outfits together.”
“And he’s an excellent friend,” Quinn added, smiling widely at her. “Don’t forget that part, it’s very important.”
“And he’s humble, too,” Cody said, nodding. “Very humble.” Quinn’s head could have swivelled by itself as he looked on in shock at such unexpected betrayal- Cody!? Sweet, soft, gentle Cody would say something so hurtful!?