Vincent smiled, privately, at the gathering atop the Baxter Building. Reed and the others had all moved on with the world of course, but they were still the Fantastics. Grimm and Storm had their annual dispute over who worked the grill, all others knowing well enough by now just to let them argue it out until Grimm won like always.
For his part, he was jotting down notes for what would be an impressive display of lights and sound just a little later in the evening. Illusions were one of his specialties, and with the Baxter Building cutting such a mark on the New York skyline, it was the perfect launching point for some spell-work.
Once the dispute was settled and the first round of food was finished, he snagged two plates of burgers and fries and swung around the group in search of Andrea, spotting her near her father's rather large outline.
"Happy Independence Day." He grinned as he extended the plate to her.
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