Ace raises an eyebrow at Jun's words. "You do realize you just barged in, ready for war, and now you're eyeing their food?"
Jun doesn't even hesitate. "And?" He grabs a plate and starts piling food onto it.
The witches, at first unsure, hesitate. But when Ace waves a hand in encouragement, they relax, sitting back down.
One by one, Kieran's warriors lower their weapons, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.
Marsel exchanges a look with Elira before they shamelessly, too, step forward, slowly approaching the table.
Before the warriors join too. The witches can't help but happily make more food.
Soon, the tension that had hung so heavily in the room fades entirely.
Kieran, however, doesn't move. He's still watching Ace, his expression unreadable.
Ace notices.
He walks to him, stopping just a foot away.
Kieran doesn't speak. He doesn't know what to say.