"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Unlike Anthem and apparently Ruven, Angel had no interest in trying new foods outside of the fresh meat that he consumed daily. He was constantly burdened by the worry of something making him incredibly sick, he was at a bit of a disadvantage health-wise, and one misstep could end up with him confined under Byriath's care. Wouldn't want that, would we? The Guru had enough on his plate as it stood, and the last thing Angel wanted to do was pile up work on top of what responsibility was already there. Perhaps, rather, he could bypass being a potential patient and aim for potential help. But he digressed, it would appear as if someone got a little curious about food and the result was a little overwhelming. Or, he thought that was the case anyway. He wasn't too sure.

"Aw, resorting to bullying random children, Mother Dear? Such a shame, I could have sworn there would be a new plaything for you to bother instead. Has word gotten around you have nothing else to offer? Tsk, tsk." The jaguar cub mocked relentlessly, and while usually yes, very much agitated by Aphra's antics, having formed a friendship with Ruven that was unmatched by the other kids so far, at least as of now, her brutal commentary pushed him over the edge into a level of not just irritation, but full on anger. Anger that was not unlike the vitriol Devraj spat the day he blacked out. Granted, he was no aggressive man of power, but he could use what he did have. A snarky collection of insults to use for days on end. However, his energy would not be totally spent on ruining a few minutes of his mother's day, he had more pressing matters to attend to. Expression shifting from absolutely fucking smug to genuinely concerned, Angel attempted to place his paws on Ruven's shoulders, brow furrowing. [b]"Ruven, is everything okay? You're crying."

Arvid had never really been a particularly picky eater. He took pretty much anything that he could find – a habit that had started when he had been with the scientists. They had only really cared about keeping him alive for their testing, so he hadn't been given anything particularly appetizing. Nevertheless, he still eagerly consumed everything that he was given, wanting to soothe the roaring pain that never seemed to leave his stomach. Old habits tended to die hard, and he continued to take pretty much anything he could come across once he had been dumped on the island. Of course, he had far more options at that point, since he could hunt for himself instead of waiting to be given scraps. Even with this new freedom in mind, though, he had never gone for anything particularly fancy. Hell, most of the time he just consumed what he had caught while it was still raw, not really seeing the point of cooking it when his system could handle it just fine. Some claimed that cooking added more flavor, but Arvid had never looked at food as something to savor. Instead, he saw it as something to consume quickly. Something to keep him going during his day to day activities, so that he wouldn't... you know, collapse.

Needless to say, he had never tried a sandwich of any kind before, let alone a peanut butter and jelly one. He knew all the ingredients that made up the sandwich, but he had never lived in a town before joining the Coalition, so they had never really been readily available to him. He knew their properties, however, and the dire wolf found himself with a bit of an amused smile on his muzzle as he approached. Not a mocking smile, mind you. Just one of amused understanding. Ignoring Aphra's need to cause drama as usual, Arvid simply sat down and barked, his tail wagging behind him, "Peanut butter is very sticky, so it makes sense that it got stuck. I've never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich myself, but... I hear milk can help, if you don't want things to get stuck up. I'd imagine any kind of drink would help, really. It's not that big of a deal, though, as long as you don't eat too much at once... wouldn't want to make yourself choke." That was a genuine warning for the other boy, although Arvid hadn't exactly thought things all the way through in saying it. His intent had been to comfort Ruven, but the mention of choking could very well set him off in tears once more.

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Oh, thank god. Angel watched the interaction between Sojourn and Aphra without a word, too shocked to comment either way, though a negative shot at Sojo would never come. After all, he firmly believed that Aphra had it coming, though it was a moment too late that he remembered that Ruven was the doted on son of the Kingpin herself. A terrible child in many ways to make horridly crass insults to hurl at, truly. And as Aphra finally left, Angel breathed a small sigh of relief, shaking his head as if disappointed in her behavior. Which, truly, was not far from the truth. Ah, whatever, she could hiss and spit about her new injury all day for all he cared.

His head tilted slightly at the explanation that Ruven provided, processing the rather simple reason for his tears. He couldn't help his subsequent reaction, but the laughter that burst from somewhere within him forced him to drop his paws back to the ground for some stability, pressing one to his spotted face in an attempt to not go overboard. Something actually humorous, not as common as he would have expected from general day-to-day life. "Poor Ru, bested by a bit of peanut butter and bread." The jaguar cub was merely joking of course, not a single hint of mockery in his tone at all, only amusement. Arvid brought up a good point, milk or even water would have been a good idea to pair with food like that, no? As far as the perpetrator went...Anthem had taken care of it. Not gracefully, but at least it was no longer an issue.