Quincy had specially prepared a new outfit for the trip to Tarr City, but everyone just laughed at him for days.
"Quincy, is this your first time going to the city?"
"It's full of refugees out there. If you go out dressed that nicely, you'll be the first one they rob."
"Dressing up like that to go out, Quincy. You got a date or something?"
Wyatt Vaughn shot Quincy a glare, and he immediately tried to defend himself. "I was just worried they wouldn't let us into the city if I dressed in rags. Besides, we're going to trade for supplies—it's serious business. Why does everything sound so indecent coming from you guys?"
"That's because you're never serious. No wonder we'd think that."
Quincy was exasperated. "Why don't you pick on Ronan Kendrick? With him just standing there, do I even need to bother dressing up? He steals the whole show, okay?"
"Ronan Kendrick is a serious person. He's nothing like you."
Quincy was practically fuming.
