
Zane: "I just don't get why the garlic butter didn't work!"
Quinn: "Have you thought of oil instead?"
Zane: *Drops turtle* Quinn?!" *Turns chair around*

Zane: "Quinn! You're back!!!"
Quinn: "Hey, Monkey-boy."
Zane: "Pick me up!!"
Quinn: *Picks up his little brother*

Quinn: "Holy heck! When did you get so heavy?"
Zane: "I am not!"
Quinn: "Ow! The hair!! Watch the hair!"
Zane: "Well, maybe if it wasn't so long, I wouldn't pull it."

Quinn: *Settles in on the couch, Zane in his lap* "Now... what's this I hear about your using a grappling hook to climb to the mailbox?"
Zane: "Um... it was for science, Quinn!"
Quinn: "It was? Really?"

Zane: "Yes! Because... um... I needed to test just how fast a letter would get from here to the North Pole, you see. To see if this whole idea of Santa is even plausible."
Quinn: "Uh huh..."
Zane: "... and it was really high up, so I had to get there somehow, now didn't I?"
Quinn: *Chuckles* "Yeah, sure thing, Little Man."

Quinn: *Hugs Zane tight* "You know I worry about you when you do stuff like that. You could fall and get really hunt, Zane."
Zane: "I know. I'm sorry, I just didn't think, I guess. Hey Quinn? You aren't gonna leave again for awhile, are you?"
Quinn: *Squeezes Zane tighter* "No, I won't, I promise."
Zane: "Ok, good. I miss you when you leave."

Quinn: "I missed you too, Monkey. Oh, hey! I have something here for you!" *Reaches behind the couch*
TBC