"Yes. all of us are, We each have our strengths, covering the weakness of each other, The seven of us, are never all needed in the same place at once. If you were ever to see that. The end would be near." He said with a grin, finishing his salad, and potatoes at nearly the same time, picking up the loaf of bread, and peeling off chunks as he turned to face everyone else, taking another drink off his glass. he finished the bread quick enough.<br/><br/>"Thank you again, Grillby. delicious as always."