Michael stayed towards the back, his Firestorm Matrix at the back of his mind. He was new...really new. He didn't know any of these people aside form the fact they were Lanterns, and he didn't know jack about what they were like. Green was Will, and blue was Hope, but beyond that...
Still, Michael had provided many of the drinks and cutlery.
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