Quincy Tanner-Brook
"I wonder whose idea it is. Not that it matters though, but my dad is your dad too you know, just as your mom is my mom too, though it does take some getting used to which I understand." Lucas said as he looked down at his arms. He look up and spoke again before he could say a thing. "As for dinner, I think we're quite capable of cooking ourselves. What you think?"
Quincy bit his lip. It wasn't that he didn't like Lucas' dad. It's just, he wasn't used to having one and it was weird. Plus, his father ran away from them because he was gay. "I'm kind of a terrible cook." He admitted. He could make food for himself, fine. It just, no one else really liked it. "So... Unless you can cook, or like really spicy food... It'd probably be best if we ordered something." He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh. Damn. And he was getting along with Lucas so well too.