"We're not late, are we?" I hold back the curtain to Tucker's home.
Pratt, Mae and I peer into the packed room. All the Rogues and Dofinikes are here, spread throughout the space, quietly chatting with one another and nibbling on strange fruit. Walker leans into the corner on my left, eating the same yellow-green melon I had for breakfast while Reid is paired off with Sampson and Clarence in the back right, the conversation stopping at our arrival.
"No," Sampson gestures us in. "We've just started. Come in, grab something to eat and we'll begin."