Eric had listened to all of the goings on, sighing. "One rule, just one and they have free reign. And they can't bloody listen." He finally got up and threw on a pair of dark blue jeans, a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black suit vest before he walked out into the room, Luna once again draped over his shoulders. He glared pointedly at Arpi using one of his pots to make black dye of all things. "You know, kitchens are made for cooking, right?" He said a bit too calmly. "And very expensive cookware is made especially for that. And when it's a gift, you really learn not to do things like make dye in them." he finished, giving Arpi a death-glare the entire time. "Also, word of warning: I. Am. Not. A. Morning. Person. So first time's a get out of jail free ticket, next time, keep this kind of thing to the afternoons or evenings or I may or may not skin you alive."