[Not quite the level of awake he'd been after. He considers leaving Quentin to sleep more, but he's restless, doesn't have the patience.]
(Hey.) [Not the projection of voice he's learnt to fake out in the network between everyone. This is his mind as it is to himself, to the Nest.] (Want some pie?)
[Floated like a lure, like the smell of good coffee to the freshly hungover. Get up, Quentin.]
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( Hey. ) [Not the projection of voice he's learnt to fake out in the network between everyone. This is his mind as it is to himself, to the Nest.] ( Want some pie? )
[Floated like a lure, like the smell of good coffee to the freshly hungover. Get up, Quentin.]