*exchanges a few pleasantries with Woofaboomus before collecting his order* If you feel up to talking to a bunch of youngsters, there's always room for one more over there. Catch you later. *arms full, Andrick heads back to the booth and places down the drinks and strategicly places the platter of spicy buffalo wings in the center of the table before snatching up his tail and seating himself*
There we go, got a refresh on the drinks. They got a
great deal on these hot wings here. Dig in 'cuz there's no way I can eat that much in one sitting. So, Cap, you now see why the best plans of mice and... uh, hello. *noticing the fellow buggered by skeeters*
Oh, that? Something which has been resolved. Right, Captain? Around the table: that is
Captain,
BloodEye,
Saski and I'm
Andrick. And you... look familiar. *Andrick stares at Leon Danson before shutting his eayes, ducking his head and snapping the fingers of his one upraised hand in the universal 'don't-tell-me-I-know-this' gesture. Suddenly, Andrick looks up, snapping and pointing at the same time* You're Darth, a Prime House plebe. Volair mentioned you in passing.
Pull up a seat; we don't bite. *suddenly gives everybody a pensive glance*

At least I don't think they do.