Quinn watched as Atlas walked up to the group and his face reddened a bit. He... did not seem to be wearing a shirt, which was alright, so.... yeah, that was swim attire, which should be expected. Quinn should've expected that. But his chest hurt a little bit when he stopped in his tracks and stood somewhere else. Quinn didn't connect Atlas's glance at Ash to any reason he wouldn't come stand closer. He thought they were getting back to some semblance of normalcy but.... at least there was a wave. So he waved back. He guessed... this was to be expected, too.

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Quinn thought about everything he had read about gillyweed to come up with something new to say about it. Almost everything had already been covered, sadly, but that was alright. "Gillyweed is supposed to have a very slimy, rubbery texture, which can make eating it rather difficult. So, I guess that'll be... interesting." Quinn wasn't very excited about eating the gillyweed and was even less excited about going in the lake. He... would rather not encounter the creepy creatures in there. Or his dream monster. But he didn't think his dream monster would actually be in there.... hopefully....