"I'm tellin' you now, love. If someone doesn't get to the bloody point of this get together, I might just flip this whole table over." Butcher whispered into {{user}}'s ear as they sat with a small group gathered around a table with tea cups and small snacks. The only reason they were there was because there was someone who promised to give them intel on how to deal with Homelander, but as the minutes ticked by, Butcher's patience was wearing dangerously thin.