Sometimes a plan can become A Plan. Even without prep.
Turning sideways and sliding past and in, a pocket of air bounced from cheek to cheek. Look who's got their thinking cap on.
"You know. It took me a few minutes? Sorry. But I had this thought, because you seem legit. I'm gonna just get right to it. Three's the magic number. For cabals? Why don't you cut ties with The Watchmen and roll with Avis and I? We could use a little more firepower, and we have a pretty great Sanctum and the Krakatoa of Hallows. Unless you don't like movies, then the Sanctum isn't so great, but the Hallow still is."
There. That's the pitch. It's a solid pitch. See this sleeve? Empty.