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Aislinn aimed towards Miller again as he pelted Liamh for her bad aim, and...missed, smacking Gaius with the carrots she'd meant for the boy. The woman laughed,
"Oh dear. Apparently I'm much better at details than distance."

Gaius yelped and shielded himself as he stumble-ran. Bit of carrot and yam stuck to his sticky, gravy-covered body. "Hey! Hey! Don't hit me! You guys are supposed to be getting ZACH!"

He slid over next to the veggie table, getting up the bowl of asparagus, shoving his hand into the mess, and flung a bunch back across the frey, though he only managed to hit a furry guy who seemed oddly familiar to Gaius.

With a shout, he lobbed some sweet potato at Gaius. Zach steadied himself on his feet again, clutching the bowl of sweet potatoes to him as though it'd keep him from stumbling. His tail wiggled sluggishly on the floor, unable to do much to keep him upright. It was in this daze that he failed to spot the doom from above that came crashing down at him.

In one moment he'd let loose the food, and in the next an entire pastry had smacked him in the back of the head, his horns, and splattered onto part of his hat, sending him skittering forward and into the food table.The bowl of sweet potato rolled away, leaving him with the spoon, which was thrown onto the tabletop. Grumbling and waving his wings, he peeled the ruined dessert off of his head and threw it down as well. Whoever threw that would pay.

Shortly after he threw his potatoes he was hit with both fruit salad and asparagus. When the bald man who had thrown the fruit salad began crying out like a Sand person, Lucas laughed.

He then turned back to the long-necked person who had thrown the asparagus, and something struck him as familiar, but he didn't linger on it. Getting another spoonful of potato, he hurled it toward the man who had hit him with the vegetable.

((not so good...))

Miller leaped on to the table now, he leaned down to grab more jelly and in the process lost one of his feet beneath him sending him in to a pile of rolls and a tub of butter. As he fell all he could say was, "FU-" before a now buttered roll wedged its way in to his mouth.

Just when it seemed he'd gotten the last of the pie he could feel scraped off his long horns and the spine down the back of his neck, he felt a sticky wet splatted on his left wing. Yech, someone was throwing fruit salad? He shrugged his wing a couple of times to get it off, then made for the plate of stuffing, pulling it away from the offended turkey who had been pecking away at it. There was a spoon nearby, but his coordination had worsened and the spoonful he threw ended up dissipating over the table and pelting the turkey, instead of hitting Gaius.