The chaos had stopped as quickly as it started. Kei left the room in annoyance (with Shuu in her arms for some reason), and everyone else opted to stand there in a prolonged awkward silence. Atasuke could only sigh, placing both of his hands against his head, massaging his temples in an effort to cease the roaring headache that flared up when debris started flying. A few moments later, after the fire had been put out, he crossed his arms, nodding in appreciation that Hajime shared his sentiment. With Vernon trying to get his attention, however, the salaryman could only shake his head when asked about any side effects. 

"Sorry to disappoint you, Vernon-kun." He chuckled, knowing fully well that the youthful inventor was always trying to stir something up.

Returning his gaze back to the floor, he couldn't help but grimace at the mess the fight had made; there was always work that needed to be done, despite whatever 'vacation' the company gave him. 

"Everyone," He began, pointing to the mess. "Why don't you find something else to do while I clean this up? I'll make us all something wonderful to eat, something that isn't poisonous, alive, whatever. It was I who picked up the groceries yesterday; they're in the pantry."

He turned to the closet, flinging it up and retrieving a mop and various other cleaning equipment. 

"After this, we'll have some steamed rice with broiled fish, tamagoyaki on the side with some fermented soybeans." 

He flashed everyone a large smile. 

"I'll call everyone down in about an hour or so. Since the table is destroyed, breakfast will served on the balcony upstairs."

Atasuke then retrieved some rubber gloves and an apron, before rolling up his sleeves and beginning to mop up the floor.