I was flabbergasted, for lack of a better word. Ro was standing there sheepishly, and my mouth was about wide enough to fly an airplane through. The bubble of force-field, ice, and bees fell onto the table, breaking it. Rip grunted. Iris stared at me, then Ro, then turned and stormed (which seemed like floating, with her beauty) down the hall.
Suddenly, Rip strode forth and took me by the arm into the kitchen.
â€œWHAT DO YOU THINK YOUâ€™RE PLAYING AT?!â€ Rip roared. A vein filled with blood in his forehead. It was hideous.
â€œShe! Ro! Gah!â€ I stuttered incredulously.
â€œLook, guy, I donâ€™t what problems you and that girlâ€, he thrusted a finger at the door, â€œhave with each other, but here, we have a little something called SELF-DISCIPLINE and RESPECT!â€
I had the urge to whisper, â€œThose are two things,â€ but I bit my tongue. But I did protest. â€œWell, she had NO reason to conjure up that swarm of bees.â€
â€œWell, she has problems too, but I think Iris will deal with her. But that doesnâ€™t mean YOU canâ€™t shape up yourself, kid.â€ Ham was calming down, which also calmed me. The vein became a little less visible. â€œAnd if Ro couldnâ€™t conjure up another table for us, youâ€™d wish you were never born,â€ finished Ham. And he turned on his heel and left the kitchen, leaving me to my guilty thoughts as I absentmindedly pushed a spoon around with the mental muscle.