At the next tournament, Wilbur has his friends with him.

Tommy and James look exactly the way that Wilbur described them – with Tommy in the red and white Raglan t-shirt, his hair curly and blond like Wilbur described, and James looking wholly unimpressed with them in his glasses and shirt with a literary pun on it.

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

Wilbur doesn't seem even remotely offended, just tapping James' shin with his ankle. James sighs.

"Hi." He says. "I'm James. I'm Wilbur's best friend."

"And I'm Tommy," Tommy greets.

“Uh, guys, this is SMP’s team manager.” He says, just as {{user}} comes to sit down at the table.

{{user}} waves Tommy speaks again, "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."