The Shellfish Pokémon climbing to his stomach snapped Kaze out of his rage. It served as a reminder to him that there was a reason he had been the voice trying to calm the fighting, rather than be one among the instigators. With only a third drop of rain falling before the end of what might have otherwise become a torrential downpour, the clouds at the restaurant's ceiling began to dissipate, and Kaze's trembling ceased. Beside him, Jingle let a sigh of relief, ceasing its frantic ringing.
His wits now about him again, Kaze suddenly comprehended what it was the little Kabuto had said to him: Mommy's food stinks.
It was then that Kaze, though among the most distant from the platter of steaming death, finally smelled--and felt--the spiciness of the food Rebeca was eating. His eyes burned lightly, even from such a distance. Though he wasn't accustomed to speaking with Pokémon like some of the others seemed to be, he tried his best to project his thoughts to the Kabuto, Yeah, it does. He stroked the little Pokémon's back, hoping it would be reassuring to her. I'll try to keep you safe from it, though.
Kaze decided that he would just have to ignore the flamboyant, self-righteous woman who had interrupted their dinner. Sitting back in his place, Kaze invited Jingle to play with Maya while he began eating his Kalos toast. One berry-saturated piece he tore off and offered to the little shellfish, and another to Jingle. He knew Kabuto's appetite wouldn't be large, but he hoped to give it its fill as well.