“Ichigo, darling, it is so good to see you.” Mercenades said, leaping up from where she’d been sitting between Moltar and Pita to greet him.
While the catton was being drawn into a bone-crushing hug, Pita was trying to snatch his favorite pastries - the entire plate of them, as if Elise would ever allow that. As ever, the troubadour didn’t miss a beat. She hissed, and smacked the elementalist’s hand with a wooden serving spoon, making him drop the plate. The plate clattered back onto the table loudly despite being covered by one of Elise’s unfortunately embroidered table cloths.
“Yowch!” Pita whined and blew at the top of his hand, which was developing a red mark.
“At least wait until we’re all seated, dear,” Mercenades chided the pouting elementalist as she released the catton and ret
