Quinn gave her a look of surprise, then turned away from her—then turned back—and then away again. He didn't know what to say to that. Was that really how she was thinking about the situation?

He turned back to her with an exasperated "What?"

"Eden! She wouldn't have had anything to scream about if you didn't hex her!" Quinn threw his hands up. This conversation was going nowhere.

"Okay, you know what, Eden? Clean up your slugs. I'm getting breakfast," he said as he started making his way back to the castle. Quinn was over it. They could sort this out later, when Eden wasn't thinking completely backwards. "Happy birthday," he spat out over his shoulder.