"No, he didn't run into me." As if Cecil was unaware of his surroundings enough to actually be run-over by a slow moving wood cart.
"A waitress!?" Cecile sputtered, "Now back the wood cart up, you mule! My job takes a lot of concentration and intuition, I'll have you know!"
"Guys," Rowen protested, "Is this really worth fighting over?" If it would help, he'd just pull the damn cart already. He didn't mean to make them fight.