The kid had settled down to the point of sniffling and his face was far less messy. No bruises to be seen and at most, the sudden pie to the face had startled them and knocked them back onto their butt.

Glancing Ken's way when he spoke up, Zidane wanted to say something to him - at least welcome him back, but one thing at a time. "Yup! We'll make sure all those bad eggs are gone. Why don't you go grab a snack before getting back out there?"