Twayblade: Maybe, brother, if you stop whimpering, you will discover you aren't exactly a spring chicken here...
Perigord: I'm not a chicken. I'm a hare.
Twayblade: You seem to have missed my point here...
Perigord: Have I?
Twayblade: Yes!
Perigord: No.
Twayblade: Yes!
Perigord: No.
Twayblade: Yes!
Perigord: No.
Twayblade: Yes!
Perigord: No.
Twayblade: Yes!
Perigord: No.
Twayblade: Yes!
Perigord: No.
Rest of the room: SHADDAP!
Twayblade: *whispering* Yes!
Cregga: *Whomping Twayblade with a large paw*
Russano: Score!
Elladan: Isn't
Elrohir: that
Elladan: so
Elrohir: cute
Elladan: ?
MV: Will all of you just keep quiet?!
Water and crickets could once again be heard in the room as the quiet eventually settled in. Hrumphing, the MV caused another bowl to appear on the table. The thick liquid like substance was still glooping air bubbles towards its green surface. Perigord whimpered. The rest edged their seats slowly away from him.
MV: Meet Green Curry! The same rules apply to-!
Before the MV could continue, Arven had somehow lost his footing in the process of jumping from person to beast. And landed straight into the curry. Howling, the baby squirrel leapt out, causing the curry to spill partially onto Perigord and anybeast/body sitting next to him, then took the bowl and flung it into the air, causing splatters of curry to fly across the table, before leaping and jumping in mad circles around the table and getting curry into fur and hair alike. Cregga was now coloured green and white, and Galadriel had a green dress. The bowl, thankfully plastic, clattered onto the table. The now Not-So-White-Room waited for their judgement, as the MV's anger could be felt very ominously in the room. Even Arven had stopped squealing.
Uh oh.