There was a sound of a shotgun cocking. "ENOUGH!" Tessa yelled over the shitstorm that erupted in the room. Just as when two people finally asked for something like civilized beings too. Tessa sure was glad she kept the war relic under the bartop. Sure, even her pastry magic would probably be more effective in breaking up the fight, but the psychological effect was greater this way. that, and a shotgun wielding grandma behind a bar just had to look bad ass.

"You wanna tear each other apart, hell if I care, go ahead. OUTSIDE! I cleaned this joint this morning and if there's a scratch, you're being the filling of my next pie. Now sit your asses down and have a drink or get the hell out of my hall!" she yelled, her expression madder than the most zealous of Zeref's followers.

She then shifted her sight to Bristlebane for a second. "Certainly, honey, since you asked so nice." she pulled up a plate and snapped her fingers. A mountain of pancakes came into being above it and fell down, arranging themselves on a neat column on the plate. "Help yourself to whatever toppings you want." she pointed to the appropriate shelf.