While the invitation surprised Archie, he didn't actually have to deliberate on whether he wanted to attend or not. He knew he wanted to immediately-- it's always going to amuse him how the mutual goal of caring for Martin has brought together so many people... he can't help but wonder if Martin himself realises it.
Regardless of the slightly deeper meanings to this gathering, Archie brings some food as he always does. Poffins; small sweet and doughy bite-sized rolls filled with a berry jam made from the berries native to his homeworld. He plops them down in the kitchen, then goes to do what he does best; socialising. If he knows you, if he doesn't, his response is always the same: a cheery "Yo! Nice to meet ya!"
Unless he's... already met you. He's not that spacey.
"Quite funny how all this came together, isn't it? Not in a, ah, humourous. I mean-- the other type."
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Regardless of the slightly deeper meanings to this gathering, Archie brings some food as he always does. Poffins; small sweet and doughy bite-sized rolls filled with a berry jam made from the berries native to his homeworld. He plops them down in the kitchen, then goes to do what he does best; socialising. If he knows you, if he doesn't, his response is always the same: a cheery "Yo! Nice to meet ya!"
Unless he's... already met you. He's not that spacey.
"Quite funny how all this came together, isn't it? Not in a, ah, humourous. I mean-- the other type."