Larke's expression warmed at Marcus's kind reception. [color=Gray]"Why don't you join me for breakfast. We'll make this a ajoyo: party."[/color] His manner of eating did not throw Larke off for a beat; different cultures around the world had different ideas of table manners, and judgement had no place at a summit like this. 

Before he could accept the invitation, however- 

[color=ed1c24]"TYYYYYR!"[/color]

[color=#336699][b]"Sonofa-"[/b][/color] Backed up between furniture and people, Larke had nowhere to dodge before being struck full-on by what he had to assume was a Norrevinter. Delightful. It was not, he thought in the split second before he was pitched forward onto the breakfast table, unlike what he imagined being body-slammed by a bear would be. 

[color=#336699][b]"Good morning, Miss Norrevinter,"[/b][/color] he replied, his chipper smile falling into a half-smushed grimace where it was pressed into the wood. He felt the uncivilised brute dump something over his head and neck, and braced his hands at the edge of the table. [color=#336699][b]"Always good to see old friends-"[/b][/color] He pushed up a bit, testing her weight and strength. She was too big to buck off. 

[color=#336699][b]"Though, if I recall the story correctly..."[/b][/color] He threw an elbow back toward her ribs. His right foot hooked back around her grounded leg and yanked in against her ankle to topple her balance. When she moved to catch herself, he twisted free and pushed back to stand in the space cleared out as students backed up from the brawl. The contents of a breakfast pitcher flew into one of his hands and hovered there in a tensioned orb of iced water. [color=#336699][b]"I believe it was your ancestors doing the... '[i]cocksucking,[/i]', was it?"[/b][/color] He rolled his shoulders back, looking as self-assured and unruffled as ever.

Or, rather, as as self-assured and unruffled as someone could look with a bowl of parfait in his hair.

[color=#336699][b]"I wonder, does you aunt know you've been throwing yourself on men who aren't your cousins?"[/b][/color] 

[@LokiLeo789]

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[color=#cc3300][b]"Fuck-"[/b][/color] was about all that Professor Byrne had to say when Kora lunged forward. Maeve had made a superficial attempt to grab the girl by the elbow, but did not bother to pursue. 

They would be brawling soon enough in class, and there was really no harm in letting the two duke it out. She would intervene if a third party stepped in, but as it was? It reminded her of a Council meeting plus breakfast food. 

She cast a side eye toward Kovalenko that read something like, "Are you going to do something about that?" It was accompanied by a stiff-shouldered shrug indicating that Maeve certainly would not. 

[@VitoftheVoid]