Quentin's chuckle in response was a little bitter, but he rose his glass and clinked it with Eliot's all the same. After a generous sip, he shook his head. "I really don't know whether I should be mad about it or not, then. But if we really come back the moment we leave, then...okay. Vacation time, I guess."

It was a very abrupt change, but no less so than when he was suddenly tested by Brakebills. "Is this at least a good vacation spot? What've you been up to the last three months of your life here?" He'd like to focus on something other than their impending doom, now that he had the option.