[b]Swingin' like a fist, singin' like a bird.[/b] [i]Dojo main courtyard, late morning.[/i] The weather was just cheery, absolutely splendid as it had started to rain. It wasn't a nice rain mind you, but a cold rain. A rain that very well could have been snow, but was rain instead. And not a freezing rain either, just really, really cold rain. Quincy was out in the main courtyard, sitting under a tree with a tarp draped above him, keeping any pesky drips off of him as he ate his breakfast. Freshly baked flatbread, a slice of pumpkin pie, and a mug of what looked like piping hot eggnog. A pair of circular sunglasses were perched far up his nose, covering his eyes as he ate in respective silence. Slouched against the tree, he seemed to be relaxed somewhat as he munched his bread, wiping some crumbs off his chin after a minute or two. From the way he was chugging his eggnog, it'd be safe to assume it was another one of his bottomless beverages. The rain continued to fall lightly as time went on, showing no sign of getting any heavier or stopping. Time itself seemed to take forever to move. (Open to all.) (This interaction can be anything so long as it doesn't get me banned.)