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Quinn thought about foil. "It might work. It's more flexible, lighter, and relatively safer to work with." The edges would still have to be handled with care but it could be done. And when Delilah explained her project Quinn practically beamed. "Like the unconventional challenge! God that is one of the few episodes I have to see..." He stopped abruptly and took a quick gulp of his hot chocolate, choking briefly on the large amount.

He quickly got himself under control and with a blush riding high on his tan cheeks he changed the topic. "Since you need to create something made of anything but fabric and I have to create something that shows the principles of architecture we could work together if you want." He cleared his throat and indicated her drawing. "It's a good idea and I think it would really work for my project if you're willing to work with me." He smiled and put down his cup. A glance at the remains of the cookies prompted him to add, "I'll even bring cookies if you want." Maybe it would sweeten the deal, pun intended.

She said yes! Quinn's smile was wide and bright, now it was just a matter of semantics. He gave a quick flick of his hand, as if waving away a pesky fly, "I'm sure we can figure it out. It will take time but I know we can get it done. And considering how much those prima donnas b***h I can only imagine." He smiled and pulled out his phone and quickly pulled up his number.... He could remember countless points of information in connection to buildings but his own cell number, no chance in hell.

While he had the electronic device out he glanced at the time and blanched. His cat would be furious with him, the little diva hated to have her schedule delayed by her servant, aka Quinn. Fishing out a battered pen from his bag he quickly scribbled his number on a spare napkin. He slid it across the table and smiled sheepishly once more. "My cats waiting for me and if I'm much later she will get into the fridge so I'm sorry to cut this short but I've got to fly. Here is my number give me a call in about an hour and we can set another time to meet and work on the dress." He fished a tip out for the use of the table and placed his nearly empty cup on it to anchor it. "And I'll definitely bring sugar cookies next time as well. Maybe even throw in a few more exotic ones like chocolate chip." He quickly gathered his things and once more apologized before heading to the door. He paused right before pulling it open to wave before hurrying home. He glanced at his phone and truly hoped his Savannah cat was only sulking and not into stuff she should stay out of, like his underwear drawer.