"…Are you sure it is alright?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" Lane closed his eyes with delight, stuffing a whole spoonful of custard and whipped cream in his mouth.
"Well, they've been at it for half an hour now…" Damien pointed out.
"True," Lane nodded solemnly. "I might have underestimated them a bit."
"Shouldn't that be enough?"
"Enough? For destroying the food you made me?" Lane lifted his brows. "As if! Even if they went on at it for hours, that still wouldn't be enough!"
However, Damien wasn't convinced.
"RELAX," Lane sighed, putting the spoon down. "Look at them, they're barely even hurt!"
That was true. Because they were still all covered up in red slime, the bandits spent more time sliding around than actually hitting each other. They suffered more damage from falling and bumping into others than from any punches! And as they were all Espers, such injuries wouldn't keep them bed-bound for too long, if at all.
