[Luke ignores the child's words as well, instead heading into a simulation room that's laid out like a boardroom. Three chairs are spaced evenly apart around a round table just large enough to be out of arms reach, and at the center is a mixture of food that he figures will be good for everyone. Sour and sweet, bitter and tart, the works. He'd taken his time preparing this. Of course there was also tea. Better to keep things comfortable.

He takes a seat and gestures for the others to sit as well.]

Alright. Now, first off, why do we not clear the air. I am here only as a mediator, but I expect both of you to refrain from yelling and personal attacks. There is nothing to be gained by that. We're here to form an understanding between the two of you, nothing more. Understand?