Since Rowan was feeling a little off balance recently, sitting around shooting the breeze was not something that she had in mind. Not that she disliked Quinn, far from it. The girl was a little... spiky, but she was quick-witted and intelligent. Not in the book way always, but with everything else.

"I think I left a book at your house. It was regular note book sized, brown fake leather with a brown kind of tie around it. Uneven, off-white pages. Have you seen it around by any chance?"

She didn't want to let on that it was a private diary, or anything other than just a cool notebook that she had accidentally left behind. Not that she didn't trust Quinn, but... well, she didn't really trust anyone with her diaries. They were too personal, obviously, and too much went into them for her to feel safe with them just laying around. If she hadn't been so distracted by things with her mother, Rowan figured she would never have left it anywhere.