The Thin Edge of Hilariousl

Previously

…As the dust settled, and the scent of cherry pie began to dissipate, Arthur felt a strange sense of… accomplishment. Chloe might have fled, the cloak might be a write-off, and his face might resemble a Jackson Pollock painting, but the energy was there. He just had to harness it. He just had to keep the laughs coming. And as he looked at his beleaguered but determined team, he knew, with a certainty that defied all logic, that they would. Somehow.