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You think long and hard about it but ultimately... your team probbably needs a breather from all the Rocket stuff... and more then that... you arent used to having... nothing? Sure you only lost it all a few minutes ago but you already know you don't like it. Plus it only blocks off options in the future. While Carrie may have all the connections, as leader you sortof feel like you are supposed to... fund stuff? That's what Dad did, and while you are not your dad, you do ASPIRE to him.
As such you sit next to the Grub Club, much to the surprise of Carrie a few tables away... and the club itself.
The Grub Club is the gang arm (or maybe a school club) of Wide Tony a obese treasurer who looks down at you from a bowl of Saimin, the behemoth stares at you as he slurps a Crabrawler Cake (Which is apparently made of shed shells). "Who are you?"
His gang also stares, ominously chewing on sandwiches of... did they just spoon the stew and some rice on bread? Whack... The group is a bit shifty... though who isn't, but they don't seem half as wired as Sunny's crew...
On the table is a embarassment of caloric riches which the group is communally nabbing from, pulling out berries and chips and all sorts of sweets.
>um... money?
>Wait those are Slacker snaps in the pile! Nab some
>So I hear you and Carrie are friends! Im her friend too
>Wait do you actually don't know me? I thought everyone did for some weird reason... Hi I am Gurie Niamic
>Okay so, here me out, if a crazy magical old lady ambushes you, its not unreasonable to run away right?
