Re: What it is!
Nathaniel remained unbothered when Troy entered and greeted him, the walking coat rack actually enjoyed the mouthy-Native. He stayed even lipped, until Hemlock became vulgar... "Professor Sprout wouldn't say that," Nate informed him, then the taller man's lips twisted with contemplation. "Thank you, Troy," he said sarcastically, because now Caltrops was going to have to re-read Professor Sprout's mentions and decide if the herbology instructor would have used that language to a colleague. There went his afternoon.
Forge entered the chamber, third in, pleasantly surprised that Troy was already in his seat. "Gentlemen." Jon said a bit ironically because he'd heard the tale end of Hemlock's statement on Warpath. "Nathaniel, I'm a little disappointed to hear you discuss such matters before a serious meeting." Forge teased, it wasn't his fault if the Native's favorite game was messin' with whitey. Nobody much whiter than Zale around there.
Nate sighed deeply when Forge sat at the table and refused to set off the older man's trap.
"Lighten up, Darth Vader." Jon echoed then turned his attention to Troy. "Speaking of victories last night... did you witness Jo's shut down of Stark?" Forge asked Troy, without any attempt to hide his grin.
"Am I late?!" Warpath barreled through the door, half of his leather arm flaps disheveled. When the Apache realized he was not only not late, but had actually arrived before Eva and Thor, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Right." He adjusted his shirt and moved to sit next to Troy at the table. "Sorry. Weird night." The buttrock enthusiast was relatively quiet on the matter. "Hey Troy," Jimmy started and purposely blew air toward Hemlock. "Do I smell like maple syrup?"