"Yo, Quentin," Nils called out as he walked into the Main Lodge, "Where's that cute firestarting chick you hang out with?"

Quentin sighed, "If you mean Phoebe, she went home sick. Sorry, my bro." Then he perked up. "Wanna here my new song?"

"Maybe some other time," Nils replied, secretly thinking he'd never listen to any of that stuff ever again. The memory of Phoebe setting Quentin's drums of fire was fresh in his mind. "So, whatcha been up to the last year?"

He should've known better than to ask Quentin that. The redhead grinned and got off the stage, adjusting his scarf like he did when he was going to tell a story. But Nils figured 'better it be Quentin than Vernon', and sat down to listen while Quentin TK'd two cups of hot chocolate over to them. All was quiet that day. The time between classes always was. Quentin had gotten taller, now, but other than that everything was like it had always been. Peaceful. Vaguely boring.

"Man, I realized around Christmas that I had no clue what I was all about," Quentin started. "I asked some big questions. Who was I? What was I? Should I start taking piano lessons?"

At this point Quentin paused, and Nils made a "hmm" sound that apparently passed as an answer.

"My eyes were opened. I tried all this crazy cool stuff – psychic fishing, laser tag, going vegan, all this stuff I'd never thought I'd wanna try. After a while I figured out a lot about myself. I like veggies, man, but I can't do vegan if it means no milk in my cocoa." At this, Nils grinned. Quentin smiled back. "I liked piano, but the flute was cool too – it makes some awesomely high notes. My bro, you would not believe how religious and psychedelic an experience it was. I figured out what kind of Psychonaut I wanna be and everything."

"You're lucky," Nils replied smugly. "All I know is that I want to be a Psychonaut."

Quentin placed a hand over Nils. "Hey, bro, we all got to start somewhere. Just chill and wait for it to happen. You can't force it. I was looking for UFOs when I realized my life calling, and I saw a UFO when I was trying to find my life calling. You know?

The blond nodded slowly. Then, "Can I tell you a secret? Promise not to tell?"

"Of course," Quentin replied instantly. "I don't tell secrets unless they're mine."

"I think I might be… a little…" Nils paused, then muttered, "Bisexual."

"Cool," was the flippant reply. "I figured out I was gay last year. Phoebe was so relieved that I got over my crush on Kitty, she didn't burn anything for a week!"

Nils smiled. "So you don't think it's weird?"

"Nah. It's cool. Just don't expect any words of wisdom from me," Hedgemouse grinned ruefully. "I have no clue what the hell romance is about."

"Me neither," Nils laughed, then looked down. "Um, you're still holding my hand."

"And?"

"I know I'm an extremely attractive guy, and I don't blame you for diggin' me, but I'm already in a relationship." Nils explained smoothly.

"NILS!" Elka's voice sounded in the distance. "I HATE YOU!"

Quentin grinned fit to scare Satan. "And now, you're not."

With that said, he pounced on Nils, who's only reply was, "Don't mess up my hair, hippie!"