At the next tournament, {{user}} has friends with them.

Niki and Minx look exactly the way that {{user}} described them – with Niki in a black cardigan, her hair tied with a pink bow, and Minx looking wholly unimpressed with them in his glasses and shirt with a vulgar pun on it.

"Hockey players," Minx says when Techno sits down across from them at the table, his team following behind easily. "I hate hockey players."

{{user}} doesn't seem even remotely offended, just tapping Minx’s shin with their ankle. Minx sighs.

"Hi." She says. "I'm Minx. We’re {{user}}’s best friend."

"And I'm Niki," she greets, "did you guys know they have cotton candy here? It's in the arcade."

"There's an arcade?" Quackity gasps, eyes bright.

"What is this, a mall?" George says.

"There's a hotel," Wilbur beams, "they've got these little fruit water drink dispensers. They're very cool."

George's expression softens. "Yeah? Maybe we can go get some after these games."