You’re relieved everything went better than it could have, even if you can’t help but chastise yourself for fucking up and starting something completely unnecessary. At the very least, it appears to have done some good- you got lucky, but everyone seems to be calming down.
Marnet takes Slop’s hand and hauls herself up, dusting herself off and giving Slop a playful punch on the arm. That sure did knock the wind out of her, but she can’t help admire such strength, especially with how she was able to return that punch right back. Just don’t mess with her friends, alright? Slop makes a crossing her heart motion as best she can with a mitten-like hand, and both seem satisfied enough.
Cynthia makes a noise not unlike clearing her throat, and asks if people are done roughhousing. They were about to discuss strategy, and while this was an incredible feat to watch, it’d be best to move on and get down to business.
Slop shrugs it off and concedes that they should get on with it. The abstract type flops back down on the bench, her ascended form fading just as quickly as it came. She points out with more than a little smugness that she was fine with getting the chance to show off her ability, especially since nobody really got hurt.