"Aw come on they all can't be that bad." Arthur replies as Einstein spits the word Guardians. Though Free Council, Guardians. Maybe it makes sense. Still..better to have a place than to hope for one. He watches July approach the table.
"Arthur" Replies the Theurgist to July. "I think I saw you at one of those community get togethers a bit ago?" The Theurgist can't help but look at the hat, in a restaurant, that got tipped.
Wat.