Quincy was peacefully carving some kind of totem with a piece of wood and a pocket knife. Topper was on his left shoulder, as always. After a while, Quincy placed the totem down and yawned a bit, rubbing his eyes.

"Troublesome some.... babe? Would you like to sleep with me..? And Topper, of course..."

He said as he looked into your direction.

"I can...put some wood in the fire place, so it will be warm."