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"Not a bad idea, um...I think coffee more than tea. I do know September really likes stuff with apple in it..or seems to." He was decently acquainted with the idea of 'bringing tribute' to those in power, though for him it was less thought out. "Gail likes really sweet things with whip cream on the top and at least two shots of whatever." Colin knew most of the preferences for the staff at the theater, mostly because he was too friendly for his own good with a dash of observant thrown in.

Quenton was still but Colin kept some motion in his limbs; he'd been still for much longer than he was used to. "Mm, mostly don't wear shoes that'll scuff the floors, don't be obscene, and try not to distract the dancers. It's more the rules on everything than just a dress code." He gave some thought to his schedule and then leaned back, shrugging some "Any day during lunch, we break at noon and come back by one for choreography. Evenings are a wash 'cause we're all exhausted by then and just want to go home."

Except him, because he had something else to be doing...like patrolling.

Colin nodded, "Sounds good to me." Quenton moved slowly to his feet and the dancer shifted so he could also rise; he redressed with care, since he was still stiff, but it didn't take long before he was shoving his feet into his shoes.

"Sure, Friday works. And you've got my number, if you need to reschedule or anything."

He would take a moment to make sure he'd collected all his belongings, perhaps get a quick snapshot of his friend's (again, no choice here Q-man) work, and make the typical niceties one would before leaving. Briefly he entertained the thought of giving Quenton a hug...but he decided that it was perhaps not the best idea...he really didn't want to end up sobbing on the guy's shoulder, not when they were both so clearly in need of rest. "See you Friday!"

And then he was off.