Something in you rebels at the idea of cowing before a couple of quarreling girls - and never mind that one of them could tear you limb from limb right now. You remember Ganondorf's first life, being the sole "true" Gerudo male in a veritable sea of girls, who would spit sparks at one another like Cordelia and Kahlua are doing now - and who did it all the damn time. Life in a rocky wasteland that abuts a murderous, monster-infested desert, where an entire culture had to eke out a bare living through the dangerous occupations of thievery, banditry, and outright raiding, was not conducive to cool tempers and reasonable attitudes. And since Ganondorf was the prophesied future king, from a young age, he was expected and encouraged to weigh in on all those arguments, no matter how petty or incomprehensible he personally found them.
It was a point of deep, personal shame to the King of Thieves that the overwhelming majority of disputes among his people could be boiled down to two little girls claiming that each stole the other's favorite toy. And that's basically what's happening here. Luckily for you, Ganondorf got to be very, very good at dealing with just this kind of foolishness.
Gained the Social Specialization, King of Women
"I will remind you both that we are in public," you say. "If you want to argue with one another, kindly do so like gracious young ladies, and not squabbling children. Either way, kindly leave me out of it. I am tired, sore, hungry, and in absolutely no mood to referee a catfight."
Cordelia and Kahlua gape at you for a moment, then start to scowl.
Okay, maybe your technique could use some polish. What worked for an other-dimensional, quasi-medieval ruler of a race of desert bandits obviously doesn't serve a 21st Century working-class American boy nearly as well.
Gained King of Women F
"I mean it," you say, cutting them off with a wave of your plastic fork. "Play nice, or I'm taking myself away."
Kahlua pouts, crosses her arms, and promptly looks away, ignoring you.
Cordelia shakes her head. "Fine. I'm going to get my own lunch, and then, Alex, we are going to talk."
You nod. "As long as it's polite."
A few minutes pass, during which you eat, Cordelia returns and does likewise, and Kahlua continues to ignore you. Briar has settled herself on Cordy's shoulder in a display of solidarity, though whether it's against you, Kahlua, or both, you can't tell.