A between-visit fix; he sounded like an addict and yet there wasn’t any part of him that was ashamed to admit it. He tossed his head back and laughed at him before a wide grin spread across his face. “You got it.” Gus readily agreed - he wouldn’t even feel weird about sending an owl to Quin for…anything.

At the mention of Witch Weekly he almost winced, although given that the man laughed instead of frowning, Gus figured he hadn’t quite hit a nerve; he felt like he’d always missed some big event while he’d been gone and was always playing catch up - he needed a book of events he could consult. “Well, I’m not that great of a writer and my handwriting is horrendous, so they’d probably send me back a handwriting book before they published anything.” Gus joked as he shrugged; the students definitely complained they couldn’t ever read what he was writing.

“But, if you’re paying in frogs, I’ll buy a quill that writes everything for me.” Grinning, Gus shifted the items in his hand. He was going to buy one anyway, so he’d stop hearing the complaints. “Or, I mean, if you recommend trying anything else, I’m not picky. What’s your favorite?” Unless he was around things too much and didn’t actually like sweets. (Wouldn’t that be ironic?)

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