Aiko simply caught the flying potato Sage flicked, placing it in her bowl without as much of a word. Though, she gave both her children a glance. At least it was Tarrok that spoke up. She wasn't too sure that she would have been nice at the moment. It was still bothering her that her daughter ripped up an actual<span style="font-style: italic">tree</span>and bashed her brother in the head with it. This one would bother her for a while. Her eyes did light up when she caught Tarrok's glance. A smile came to her lips before she continued eating slowly.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Sorry, dad,"</span>muttered Daikon, stuffing potatoes and meat into his mouth.<span style="color: seagreen">"It was a revenge potato."</span><br/>Aiko cleared her throat.<br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Sorry."</span><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Eat. No more talking, either of you."</span><br/><br/>Yep, she was still pretty damn mad. At this point, Aiko was just trying to accept that she would have to give in to the fact that her daughter was going to be a fighter just like her father. Perhaps it was time to start channeling that energy into sparring. Probably not a horrible idea to talk about it now.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Do you think you could start training Sage, Tarrok?"</span>she asked, dead serious tone in her voice as she finished up her chicken.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Perhaps a better outlet than her brother's head. Maybe help burn some of this energy she has."</span>