Ed narrowed his eyes as the milotic moved around her trainer. It was almost as if he was daring her to use that power again even though he wouldn't be able to retaliate against it. Looking at her like that was already making him calmer, though he wasn't completely aware of it.

"Whatever." He yanked the dishtowel and threw it over his shoulder before turning back around. He dries the chipped plate first, then claps his hands together to fix it. The reasoning the adult gave helped his anger dissipate a bit more. At least he did something he thought might help repair the damage.

He quietly put everything away, still fuming somewhat but noticeably in more control over himself than a moment ago.