Quinn shook his head, not wanting to respond because that would still be acknowledging that such an event happened. They needed to pretend it never existed at all. Collapsing back against the seat, he let out a noise of agreement. "Fun movie? Sure. Disney or Pixar?" he hummed, then paused. "But of course after those dishes. Because for real. Dishes." The best way to not acknowledge the scary movie was to keep up with the lie, at least until they got home and had to search to find something to wash. "I do plan to cook dinner though."