Jorg: So. Who broke it?
(Everyone stares at broken coffee pot… that they got… somehow)
Jorg: I’m not mad. I just want to know.
(Silence)
Makin: I did, I broke it-
Jorg: No, no you didn’t. Rike?
Rike: Don’t look at me. Look at Grummow.
Grummow: What? I didn’t break it.
Rike: Huh. That’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Grummow: Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s BROKEN!
Rike: ...Suspicious.
Grummow: No, it’s not-
Red Kent: If it matters, probably not, but Gorgoth was the last one to use it-
Gorgoth: Liar, I don’t even drink that crap!
Red Kent: Oh really, then what were you doing at the coffee pot earlier?
Gorgoth: I use the wooden stirrers to practice channeling fire, everyone KNOWS that, Red Kent
Makin, peeved: Okay, let’s not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it, Jorg.
Jorg: NO. Who broke it?!
(Silence)
Grummow: Jorg? The Nuban’s been awfully quiet lately-
The Nuban: Really?!
Grummow: Yeah, really!
The Nuban: OH MY GOD-
(Chaos)
Jorg: ...I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they’ll be ta each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
(Glances back)
Jorg: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
