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"Don't you worry about me, Jack. I'm not the one still recovering." Implying if anyone couldn't keep up, it was him.

Bix's sudden greeting had the teen laughing, and she debated bursting is nakama bubble by pointing out that America was no longer a Sun, but she didn't have the heart. Later, they could tell him later. "Of course."

Peyton's boyfriend senses were tingling...

She blinked, looking up from speaking quietly with America, and almost immediately lilac eyes zeroed in on the tall Life trainee trying to fade into the background. The automatic smile that had bloomed into existence at the sight of him faded around the edges as she noted his expression. It wasn't quite a lost look, but it was close. So she gave America's arm a pat to get her to straighten up, and reached a hand out for Noah, beckoning him over. Hopefully. "Baby~" she crooned out, leaning in his direction to slump across the back of the chair she'd perched on. "You made it." She was truly happy to see him.

As Mevlin climbed up on a chair to grab their attention she looked obligingly in his direction, but that thin arm remained outstretched in Noah's direction if he hand't already come over to join her.

She listened the the rules, common sense things mostly, and was ready for the game to start when her favorite baby Sun trainee finally arrived and volunteered herself as tribute. "That's how we do it, Cami!"

This was going to be fun!

"Oh, ya never know." Milo shrugged as he placed the last one he had picked off the floor into her hands, with the others. It was tempting to keep one, "dunno if mine even works. Had it for a while." He had forgotten to test it before scampering up the steps. But oh well, it gave him an excuse to stick close to the smaller Hunter. And well, bug her. Awesome.

Speaking of - whilst Melvin was introducing himself and calling for seekers, which he had soon missed the opportunity of doing as others were much quicker - that vision of pink seemed to be actually true as he heard a familiar voice calling his name. Milo perked up and looked over, his grin broadening as he saw Chel make her way over with Evan in tow. Did she just wake up? Looked like it. "'ey! ZyuPink, thought I saw ya!"

Noemi would then find herself trapped as a hand clamped onto her shoulder. Introductions! Expand the circle of friends!

Noah relaxed a little when addressed directly and sidled over to take Peyton's outstretched hand and lean against the chair she sat on. "Hi," he said softly, and gave America an apologetic look for having interrupted.

Noah slid into the chair after a moment, still quiet; for whatever reason, he seemed to be feeling particularly shy this evening.

Oliver, who was much too nervous to say no, hesitantly took a sip of the coffee. His freckled nose wrinkled slightly. It tasted pretty awful, strong and bitter and not at all like the soft drinks he had lived off of when he was in high school. But then again, he was no coffee drinker. The kid could not tell good coffee from bad coffee even if Jack was threatening his life.

But he did make a mental note. Cheap coffee == Unacceptable.

Glancing nervously over at Finn, he almost spilled the cup all over himself at the sight of that fiendish smirk. "A-ah, y-yes," he stammered nervously in response to Fini's brave boasts, barely glancing in her direction. Most of his attention was focused on Finn, like a rabbit waiting to see which direction the fox would turn. Without thinking, he held out the cup of coffee like a peace offering.

"Win the game," Evan muttered, trailing behind Chel. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Milo seemed so happy to see Chel--and that was okay, he was a good kid, and Evan genuinely liked him--that Evan almost felt bad for what had to come next. He stepped behind Milo, and with no more warning than a rueful, "Sorry, man," reached out, grabbed his shoulder, spun him around, and put him in a headlock. One smooth motion, just like he had been taught, and then one foot tucked behind one of Milo's to take away his leverage. "Anytime, now," he told Chel.

Evan wasn't a complete a*****e; he helped Milo straighten up after he released him. "Sorry," he repeated, clapping Milo on the shoulder before letting Chel pull him away.