There was a chard, black mess where once had stood a complete dining table set, multiple chairs included. Now, there wasn't any way to tell what had been there before. Not even a leg had remained unscathed or un -burnt.
"Well, that was just a bit of overkill," Roxas commented idly, poking at what he thought was once the seat cushion.
"…"
"Really Axel. Was it completely necessary to torch the whole table just because a lousy bug crawled up on it?"
"As necessary as using a keyblade to open a pickle jar. "
"…"
"Blame Demyx?"
"Blame Demyx."