Ton: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
Retsuko: I did. I broke it-
Ton: No, no you didn’t. Komiya?
Komiya: Don’t look at me. Look at Haida.
Haida: What? I didn’t break it.
Komiya: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Haida: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
Komiya: Suspicious…
Haida: No, it’s not!
Tsubone: If it matters – probably not, but – Fenneko was the last one to use it.
Fenneko: *gasp* Liar, I don’t even drink that crap!
Tsubone: Oh, really? Then what were you doing around the coffee cart earlier?
Fenneko: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticules, everyone knows that, Tsubone!
Retsuko: ok, ok, let’s not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it, Mr Ton.
Ton: No. Who broke it?
Everyone: …
Haida: Ton, Tsunoda’s been awfully quiet-
Tsunoda: Really?!
Haida: Yeah, really-
Tsunoda: Oh my word-
Everyone: *bickering*
…
Ton: *in another room* I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a head on a stick. *turns around and smiles* Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.