"Is it true?"
"Is what true, schnozberry?"
"Uff. If I wasn't so enthused in my intent to persuade you to divulge information to me, your deteriorating ability to quickly procure what were already questionable per their levels of offence supposedly insulting nicknames from the satanic recesses of the Snixx part of your mind with its preserved defensive cheerleader attitude would be a matter of serious concern. I suppose I should be thankful, but I was growing fond of the nicknames as I presumed they were now intended to be endearing, also, and I am equally concerned for all aspects of your mental health - however this discussion can be saved for another time. As it is, presently I just want to know if it's true that you slept with Quinn?!"
"I am so glad I tuned most of that out, nose breather. And yes, duh. Quinn Bee was repressed for years, trust me."
"Did she like it?"
"That's a creepy thing to ask, Yentl. And, no, I didn't coerce her or anything. She wanted it from the outset - when she was sober - and I know how crappy sex has been for her so I did my best to just give her a good one."
"I mean, with a girl. She liked the... sapphic pleasure of it?"
"Please tell me you just asked for lesbian sex."
"Well. For the learning experience. If you're willing to help Quinn in whatever way-"
"You think I was her tool to test if she's gay?"
"Were you? No, I mean, for fun. And to, well, find out what it's like?"
"You are asking for lesbian sex?"
"I suppose, if you're not completely disgusted by the ide-mmph"
"Congratulations, you just kissed your first girl. To continue, just say 'yes'."
"Yes."