Oh, thank goodness, they were off the 'fictional characters are real' train. That question stopped him for a moment, and he looked up towards the ceiling as he tried to remember what the place was called. "Uh...Shady Oaks' Inn, I think? My room sort of looks like my grandmother's house threw up in it." Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He tried to correct for it, a bit. "It's not bad, it's pretty comfortable really. But I might want to change out some furniture, if I get a chance. And it sounds like I'll be here long enough."

Quentin will not, it turns out, get around to changing the furniture. That might be the best indicator no one made a mistake assigning him to Leisurebrook, but don't tell him that. "I assume you've found yourself someplace nice and fancy?"