“[color=caffbf]Really? You wear it loose? And nothing gets…er…[i]nibbled[/i] on?[/color]” Cyril asked. “[color=caffbf]They made such a big deal about it in training, keeping yourself all bundled up, nothing astray. Made it sound like the brain might reach up and snag anything dangling off the chair.[/color]” “[color=55cbcd]I told you they didn’t mean it literally.[/color]” “[color=caffbf]What can I say, I’m an impressionable young man. Besides, I [i]have[/i] to worry about it, I’m an actor. No modium scarring for me, thank you, the plugs are plenty.[/color]” “[color=55cbcd]He wears a swimming cap when he pilots,[/color]” Sybil said with a deadpan smirk. Cyril ran a hand protectively over his hair. Quinn’s answers seemed to have sated their curiosity, like throwing a mostly-bare bone to a pair of hungry dogs. She could comfortably assume their appetites would return soon enough. And speaking of… “[color=caffbf]I’m starving,[/color]” Cyril declared, as if speaking to an audience. “[color=caffbf]They had us skip breakfast for the ceremonies this morning, and now it’s almost lunch! [i]Ugh![/i] I’m practically withering away. Sybil, you’ll have to wheel me to Lumière d’Or.[/color]” Sybil huffed, not remotely amused. “[color=55cbcd]I’m offstage, and I’m not dolling myself up to go back out.[/color]” “[color=caffbf]Ordering in again, you’re no fun! There’s so many wonderful restaurants up there, and people love it when we go out! You know, if you’re not careful, Quinnlash is going to be more popular around here than you are.[/color]” “[color=55cbcd][i]Tragique,[/i][/color]” Sybil said, already leaving. “[color=caffbf]And we’re a team![/color]” he called after her. “[color=caffbf]It’s good for us to be seen togeth—and she’s gone.[/color]” His head rolled back to Quinn, and he let out an exaggerated sigh. “[color=caffbf]Ah, [i]c’est la vie.[/i] Well, my legs need stretching and my ears need sounds that aren't space on the other side of the windows. How about it? Care to hit the town with me? A little fine dining?[/color]”