Just as Beacon voiced his question, a mug made of carved horn trailing a stream of tea, zoomed past his ear. The offender, a twenty-year old Breath wizard named Raghu Siddhartha, attempted to shout a hasty apology but was sucker-punched by his opponent. As he reeled, gasping for air, Sanguin smiled behind her mask. “Don't get distracted, Rag!” Though she was breathing heavily from the short fight, there was a distinct note of triumph in her voice. “At this rate you're going to lose for the fourth time in a row!” Without delay, the woman moved forward, aiming a kick at her foe's stomach. A cheeky grin appeared on Raghu's face as he stepped to the side to let the strike move on past him; clearly, he wasn't as fatigued as he seemed. “Oh yeah?” In quick succession, he struck her pauldron three times with his palms, rattling her with the repeated impacts. Sanguin pulled back an arm to deliver a knockout-worthy left hook to his unprotected face, but the foreigner proved faster.

Slamming his fist on the table, Raghu popped up a metal plate, still replete with it's owner's mashed potato, and brandished it like a shield. Sanguin's fist smashed into the plate at full speed, and the force of the collision caused her momentum to abruptly cease and reverse. Thinking quickly, she span to come around in a haymaker with her right, laughing maniacally as she did so. As she span, however, Raghu did as well, and his crescent kick met Sanguin's mask before her fist could properly connect.

She grunted, and her mask flew off toward the door. Limply, Sanguin collapsed to the floor, where she lay, panting like a dog. Raghu uttered a wordless noise of exclamation, ecstatic to have finally beaten his rival. “Hah!” He shouted, bending over his opponent. “Looks like you have to let me buy you dinner after all!”
“I never agreed to that!” Sanguin protested, more irritated than enraged.
“Whatever you say, San.”
Raghu held out a hand to help her up, which Sanguin pushed away as she regained her feet. Calm now, she was pretty much back to normal except for the loss of her mask. The first thing she saw was Beacon. “You couldn't have hit me with that crescent if Shiny's big entrance hadn't dazzled me. But whatever. Get you next time.” She sat back down at the table, as if her brief but violent kerfuffle with her friend hadn't been disturbing in the least. Upon reaching out for the nearest cup, she found it empty, and set it down in disgust. “I don't know what your obsession with dinner is anyway. I get dinner every day.”
“It's kinda...a special thing. Gives two people the chance to talk alone, maybe get interested...”
“It's not one of those dating things, is it?”
Raghu found himself gripped by a silent embarrassment in the face of Sanguin's bluntness. From that, however, the Blood Moon Child was able to garner all the information she needed.
“Forget about it. That whole business is stupid and childish. Where's my mask?”

She got up to look around for it, though the instability of her walking meant that she was still dazed enough to have a tough time of it.