Quin snorted; his handwriting was also pretty abysmal and that was saying something. He was pretty sure Billie had better formation and she had just started learning a couple of years ago. "I can pay in whatever you like, doesn't even have to be much, but just some insights on what you do and don't like, maybe a willingness to try some of my new magical sweets as well." Those were what he really needed somebody willing to do, as he would not ask the staff and his old school friends had learned their lessons. Not to mention some of them were married and boring now. (Not really, he just looked to think like that because he too would be married and boring by now and clearly he wasn't.)

Ah, the age old question he always asked people but could never manage to answer himself; a favorite sweet. "Couldn't tell ya. I love certain flavors more than others," Apple flavored anything was generally what he said. "And I do like fudge quite a bit, but I couldn't tell you anything specific beyond that I'm afraid." Really, to Quin it would be akin to choosing a favorite child.