"Not blue..." Quin trailed off, letting the moment linger as long as she would like. They were just plain truffles after all, exactly like her favorites, just in different flavors. He hadn't put any magical treats in the basket. Quin knew they could be an acquired taste and he wasn't sure if the Potts family would appreciate that right about now, especially given that he'd essentially kidnaped Miss Dahlia today.

Knowing he couldn't exactly monopolize her attention any further, Quin straightened up and took a step back. "If you turn blue, sweets for a year." He guaranteed her. "Enjoy the rest of your goose-free afternoon, Miss Potts." Hopefully it would be far more relaxing now and perhaps he could look forward to a letter from her later, if he was feeling optimistic.