She glanced aside, and gestured, and maybe she'd been holding that black cloth a second ago? It could have been lost from view in the drape of her outer sleeve, right? But even if she had been, there was no way to explain how it fell neatly over a little round tabletop that certainly hadn't existed there a moment ago. In fact, it may still not exist there; there didn't seem to be table legs sticking out from under the makeshift tablecloth.
"Well, I can think of something offhand I can do for this owl," she said, waving a hand in front of a bowl with a good few already-shelled and halved hard-boiled eggs that definitely hadn't just been there before, as though passing a hand over it was what made it visible. Which was probably the case, actually....
She didn't stop at the bowl of eggs, though. Another handwave, and more dishes appeared, ones with assortments of fresh fruits, bread, a few spreads for the latter... "And you, what's your preference? Sweet? Savory?" She made a small pie with dark fruit filling visible in the holes in the crust appear, and an omelet made with what looked like yellow meringue, with cheese and vegetables... bowls with different kinds of soup and pasta and even a plate of different kinds of cookies... a few different bottles and pitchers, wines and water and probably milk, and a pair of cups near them....
She looked back to Harry, her smile slightly sheepish. "I'm not certain what the other eats, though.... I don't suppose you could tell me?"
Judging by the way she gestured to the table and glanced back to Kyoko, the young lady was invited to join in as well, if she so wanted. Maybe that was why she'd put out enough food for at least half a dozen to have their fill?
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She glanced aside, and gestured, and maybe she'd been holding that black cloth a second ago? It could have been lost from view in the drape of her outer sleeve, right? But even if she had been, there was no way to explain how it fell neatly over a little round tabletop that certainly hadn't existed there a moment ago. In fact, it may still not exist there; there didn't seem to be table legs sticking out from under the makeshift tablecloth.
"Well, I can think of something offhand I can do for this owl," she said, waving a hand in front of a bowl with a good few already-shelled and halved hard-boiled eggs that definitely hadn't just been there before, as though passing a hand over it was what made it visible. Which was probably the case, actually....
She didn't stop at the bowl of eggs, though. Another handwave, and more dishes appeared, ones with assortments of fresh fruits, bread, a few spreads for the latter... "And you, what's your preference? Sweet? Savory?" She made a small pie with dark fruit filling visible in the holes in the crust appear, and an omelet made with what looked like yellow meringue, with cheese and vegetables... bowls with different kinds of soup and pasta and even a plate of different kinds of cookies... a few different bottles and pitchers, wines and water and probably milk, and a pair of cups near them....
She looked back to Harry, her smile slightly sheepish. "I'm not certain what the other eats, though.... I don't suppose you could tell me?"
Judging by the way she gestured to the table and glanced back to Kyoko, the young lady was invited to join in as well, if she so wanted. Maybe that was why she'd put out enough food for at least half a dozen to have their fill?