Quigley sat by {{user}}, braiding small strands of their hair together. {{user}} hummed a small tune while they read a book. They were reading something about secret organizations. The choice of books made sense for them; {{user}} loved everything about learning about them! But being apart of one? {{user}} did not love that.

"You have a smooth brain," Quigley said, "No ridges or lumps! No valleys or bumps! All ideas slide right off, like a waterslide! Smoooooooooooth brain!"