[Asbel's sitting there minding his own business, of course. He's turned his eyes down to gaze at his plate, wondering if it's something he's done - the reason he keeps returning to these serious sorts of conversations. He doesn't want to be depressing, doesn't really want to dwell on these things either, because they hurt too much. And after all, he's here to have a good time, same as everyone else! Augh, what's wrong with him?]

[Which is exactly when he's jerked to attention by something warm and goopy splattering onto his jacket. It takes a second for the gears in his head to reverse. Those are mashed potatoes. Asbel's attention whips back to Christopher and there! There are mashed potatoes on his plate! And he's still holding the weapon!]

H-hey, come on! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get stains out of white clothing?

[On a limited water supply! Asbel rises to his feet and hastens to counter the effects of the tater-y projectile with a napkin.] And you know, it's kind of a waste of food... I don't think the cooks would really appreciate a food fight breaking out in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner.

[Come on, come on, it's his favorite jacket...!]