[Okay, no seriously, what the hell was all that about?! After making sure the platter hasn't inadvertently landed somewhere that could cause trouble for anyone gathered, Asbel's left to gawk helplessly at this guy. He's not even sure whether he's mad about Christopher's unpredictable nature. It's...kind of who he is. And no one got hurt... And he isn't really itching to get even.]
[Asbel sits back on his heels, trying to brush mashed potatoes from his hair, but it's a lost battle. It'll take water and shampoo for certain to get out. Which means, walking back to his room like this...]
[Asbel sighs.]
Christopher, what just happened? Why did you decide to attack me with potatoes?
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[Asbel sits back on his heels, trying to brush mashed potatoes from his hair, but it's a lost battle. It'll take water and shampoo for certain to get out. Which means, walking back to his room like this...]
[Asbel sighs.]
Christopher, what just happened? Why did you decide to attack me with potatoes?