Aqua likewise takes a moment with her thoughts before responding. A moment too long, it turns out, as the atmosphere is shattered by a sudden downpour of... beads?

She stares in some confusion at the brightly-colored decorations now strewn all over the table, her plate, and floating happily in her drink. Aqua picks what she can out of her plate, thankful that she had eaten over half her food already, holding a handful out to Gene. "They're... throwing beads." And then she cracks a smile at the silliness of it.

As if to confirm her statement, the table on the opposite side from the battle joins the fray, showering beads from the other side of the table.