Plums. That's what he remembers. How strange it must be to smell like a food. All this Season nonsense is strange to him. Being changed in Arcadia is no less strange. Radiating an aura or smell or whatever based on a season of the year? Super strange.
That's why Quick feels so strongly about investigating. These new people - friends, now, maybe - all seem to be bound to some Season and the emotions they invoke. Spring is fading into Summer, now, and the window to catch one of these Desire bound weirdos in their element is getting thin. Or so he imagines. Springs have to be Springiest in Spring, right?
The Elemental blinks a few times, snapping out of a spiraling circle of nonsense. He'd asked Ingrid to meet him in an unusual place: a run-down motel. It may not offer creature comforts and a sense of security, per se, but it is private. And let's face it; one doesn't go blabbing about supernatural nonsense over coffee. So Quick puts his James-face on and waits outside the door to the motel room. He'd told her he would be standing outside in a red shirt plastered with a big 'smiley face' and dark jeans (in case she didn't remember what he looked like).
Five minutes in to waiting and he whips out his phone. Thank God for social media. Waiting is incredibly boring.
-1 Glamour to Harden Mask