Thornton just simply did not know what to do. He couldn't make sense of Professor Flamsteed's dramatic shift in personality - and he had no knowledge of Peter Pan to clue him in. For a man who seemed particularly concerned about lint and appearance, a food fight war seemed more than just unusual.

So when the food started to fly, Thornton dropped to the ground and slid along the floor. He though to stand up on a chair, attempt to broker some sort of peace. After all, pirate!flamsteed has reacted cordially when Thornton had calmly, and politely, took him to task for stealing his ice cream.

Popping his head up to see if some sort of intervention could be made, he ducked back down quickly, mushy food flying every which way.

"Excuse me," he called from his spot on the floor. "Maybe everyone could call a truce for a second and talk it out?" He didn't raise his voice, though, and so it was unlikely he could be heard.

Looking around to see if there was something he could use to get everyone's attention - besides his wand, that was not in the cards - he saw a folded paper airplane land near his feet.