There's eyeliner over there, Quentin.

[ Said wistfully as Eliot gets himself a coffee with a generous amount of sugar in it. He's still too new around here to feel like he has anything to offer up in exchange for a blessed eye pencil, but he's enjoyed looking around. It gives him something to keep in mind, for whenever the market decides to come back. ]

I think Midge is looking to get enough make up to last a year, though, so I might be in luck.