Scenario #3

Leo, was it? He'd have to remember that. "Nice to meet ya, Leo. Lookin' those names up might actually be a good idea, now that I think about it." When Mable arrived, Jacob nodded his head gently and smiled. "Heya Mable. Hope you're doin' alright after last night...it was pretty rough."

Jacob could barely stifle his laughter as the door Carolyn was just about to enter burst open and smacked her in the face. Ivy and Carolyn clearly hated each other, no mind-reading or previous knowledge was needed to be able to understand that. The killing intent was visible in both their eyes. Brought back memories to Jacob for a moment, actually. He could recall a few scenarios that ended up like this, just...there wasn't as much magicy stuff going on. Just as he was about to step forward and ask the two to stop, he got a glimpse of Mable, who was visibly in terror as Ivy started up her dark magic. He recognized the look in her eyes. Either last night's showdown had a larger effect than he originally anticipated, or this girl had some previous experience with this stuff that left a real bad taste in her mouth. Either way, he felt a powerful urging in his heart, as well as a surge of empathy. 

Mable's stepping forward and shouting at the two to stop, despite how clearly uncomfortable she was when she arrived, shocked Jacob a little. Yeah, this was more than just bothering her. She was shaking, and couldn't keep her head up. Thankfully, Carolyn and Ivy weren't total ice queens, and the latter turned and stormed off at the former's demands. This was a side of Carolyn he'd yet to see, and while he admired strong individuals, the sheer power she had actually scared him a bit. Between the two of them, he was certain she was the better fighter. Maybe in a no-power battle he'd have the upper hand, but his Wanderer abilities had zero offensive use.

Quickly shuffling over to Mable, he put his hand on her shoulder and offered a few words of comfort. "Hey, hey there, it's alright. Fight's over, let's get on to kitchen duty."