There is a soft displacement of air as Angelo joins them. He's always been thankful his particular brand of teleporting was less...extravagant than others' gifts. He seems rather agitated as he glares at the contents of a shopping bag. "'Superfruit'... For goodness' sake.." Some muttered Italian escapes his lips before he looks up.
"Good day, Rikki. It is a distinct pleasure to have your presence and aid. How are you?"
It is an obviously practiced greeting.
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