Con was starting to clear empty plates, and he gave Quinn an appraising once-over. Had he really eaten all that cake? But where did it all go? Con balanced the tray on one hand and scratched his head. "Yeah," he said, still confused about the issue of where all the food had gone to. "I guess I'll stop by-"
It was so strange, though. The new neighbors were anything but what he'd been expecting. Con set the tray of dishes on the counter to clean once Quinn had gone. He tossed him a salute as he left. "Good luck with the painting," he declared.
He was definitely going to have to tell Tully about this.
