College aged seemed so convenient, but there was no way El was lying to him at this point. Quentin turned away from the bar to look at the crowd, as if all these characters would suddenly be bearing down on him. And it was very clear he was not prepared at all. Whether that was a joke or not, he'd take Eliot's advice and at least think on the whole thing.

The ballroom sweep was followed up by a disbelieving shake of his head. "That's so nuts. I thought Fillory was nuts. But...I guess there are a lot of fountains..." He trailed off, then eventually looked back at Eliot. "So, you made any friends during your spontaneous, forced vacation here so far? Find all the good restaurants?"

Please, Eliot, get them going in another direction before he starts thinking too much about the Many Worlds Theory.