"What the hell's a 'slashfic filker?'" said the man in the black suit and red tie as he led Dunne and the others through the office suite.
"You know," said Quincy. "I sing about crazy s*x pairings, like Bella Willow and Archie Bunker. And I specialize in Weeping Willows slashficfilk."
"Riiight." Black suit man nodded and winked. "Well, good luck with that." Then, he turned his attention back to Hannahlee.
Quincy slumped. "But culture-wise, it's the next big viral breakout."
Dunne patted his shoulder. "We know, Quincy. It's all good."
"Can't freason with a philistine, I guess." Quincy shrugged and sighed. "I wish I'd brought my dulcimer. I'd really show him."
Quincy kept mumbling, but Dunne stopped listening. He was much more interested in what black suit man was saying.
