Sure thing, I'll tag back when I get up tomorrow. Don't get too drunk

Uhm, nah ah. Also, Quentin has no moral problem ransacking Eliot's room to find them and oops! out the window they go. Sorry-not-sorry?

That's like a birth-defect or something. And he goes looking for it directly, which really doesn't help. But yay, El is going to find him before he hurls himself off a cliff as a sacrifice to the Old Ones or something.