Kevin could see that Megara was still looking at him with hatred, but he didn't have any intention to continue their quarrel.
"Uncle, we're already adults, so we know the boundaries."
Patrick snorted. "You say that, but you're actually talking as if you're ready to have a battle right here. Go and eat your fill. I'm not coming here just to see you fight."
"Yes."
"if you want to fight, I'll accompany you back in the clan."
"No need. I don't have any intention to spar with you, Uncle," Kevin said plainly and returned back to eating.
The elders looked at one another. They tried to switch the conversation to something else as to lighten the mood.
"Hey, do you know that my daughter has just turned 17? Are there any talented youngsters in your family?"
"Huh? You ask me but my son is just 14 years old. He's creating more and more trouble for me…."