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Ah, right there. Armor guy (Con).

“Hello, Mr. Tin Man. Are you ready for breakfast?”

Armor guy was probably frowning at Arsene through his helmet, as he nodded. Smirking, Arsene led the way. Within minutes, they came to the dinner table, where Alessio was casual tossing napkins at Sherlock, who was getting more and more annoyed. When everyone was seated and the food was present, Arsene prepared his plate with a content smile on his face. Everything was so peaceful, so quiet.

Until Sherlock snapped and hurled a plate at Alessio.

Glaring at Sherlock, Arsene leapt onto the table, sprinting between Sherlock and Alessio. As he anticipated, the plate was broken and Alessio had a nice bruise on his head. With a stare that could terrify any mortal man, Arsene snarled. “YOU! I warned you there would be consequences if so much as a piece of glass was chipped!”

An idea came. An awful idea. Arsene Lupin got an awful, evil idea. And no, it was not to cosplay as Santa Claus, that was last week’s diabolical scheme.

Jumping off the table, Arsene vanished into the kitchen. Quietly sneaking passed the cooks, Arsene found what he was looking for. Leaving an Ace of Hearts, Arsene left the kitchen with a wheeled tray of pies.

Parking it right behind Sherlock, Arsene spoke. “Long ago, my father told me that in situations like this, a man was obligated to duel to prove his honor. Today, everyone has been publicly shamed, thanks to certain people. I won’t mention who. But now, the day has come. Sherlock, I challenge you to a duel.”

Picking up an almond pie, with an Ace of Diamonds in it, Arsene grinned at Sherlock. “I hope you like almonds.”

“I don’t.” Sherlock snapped, already getting positioned to dodge.

“Well, that too bad.” Arsene commented as he hurled the pie into Sherlock’s face.

Slowly, savagely, Sherlock removed the pie dish from his face, before glaring at Arsene. “A food fight? For real, Arsene? You can’t expect me to…!”

Arsene hurled another pie into his brother’s face. This time, Sherlock ripped the pie dish from his face at a far faster rate. Alessio could hardly hold back his laughter, which antagonized Sherlock enough to snatch a pie and through it at him. Sadly, it hit the white-haired assassin. Immediately, the white-haired assassin slammed his hands on the table in anger, before picking up scrambled eggs and retaliating against Sherlock. Direct hit. Knocked him onto the floor.

“These suits are expensive!” Sherlock barked, before he snatched a plate to fire back.

Leana had by this point stomped over to Sherlock, with Mr. Tin Man trying to stop her. “Stop this childishness this instant.”

A pie to the face. Mr. Tin Man readied his grappling gun, when Sherlock hurled another pie at him.

“How dare you hit a lady!” Arsene shouted, “Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll avenge you!”

Another pie hit Sherlock. Not Arsene’s. The thief turned just in time to see Alessio throw a pie at him.

And the food fight begins.

 

I leave it to you people to figure out what your characters are doing in this food fight. 🙂