Must be a group member before inviting friends
I had to tread very carefully here. Bad Things Would Happen To Me if I dared to violate my guest-right. But I couldn’t help but think that Bad Things Would Happen To Me even faster if I insulted a freaking Greek god by refusing his invitation. I remember very little of my father, but one thing I do remember is him telling me always to be polite. It costs you nothing but breath, and can buy you as much as your life. What, don’t look at me like that. I’m only a wiseass to monsters. And people who really need it. And when it suits me to be so.
