"We do sometimes, but we don't always have enough at the same time."
"Oh."
He pauses.
"I'm going to try and make sure I have the food hex all stuffed in my head again, just to be sure."
He retrieves the book with the hex, flips to the right page, and proceeds to try stuffing it all in his head again.
After a few minutes of this a portion of the table glows Edarial's light blue, then disappears to reveal an apple, celery sticks, one hardboiled egg, and bread and butter, complete with a simple wooden plate.
Edarial grins.
"Yes," says Edarial, still with the grin. "I can just make another for me. Go ahead."
He starts charging another food spell, and then goes back to the hex because she very obviously needs it.
Bell asks Bar how much of the apple it is wise to eat, and when informed, carefully removes the seeds and the stem and gets everything else down.
"Thank you, but I don't think that makes me nice," correct Edarial. "It just seems like good sense, you know what spells would be the most useful, and you need to be here longer than I do, I'm pretty well fed at home."
"You want to do things," argues Edarial. "And you're trying really hard to do them. That is close enough."
Berathyme uncoils herself from him, and goes slithering off to explore.
"Be careful," Shell Bell tells the snake, "if you go out the back there's sometimes animals in the forest and there's a big squid - but it's a friendly one - in the lake. Also sometimes more time goes by in one part of Milliways than other parts."
She slithers off slightly more sedately.
"I like her," agrees Edarial. "It'd probably be different if we didn't like each other, I know Zevros hates his turtle."
"I haven't been able to figure it out. Zevros hasn't made the turtle his familiar, so I haven't met him myself, and asking about it gets my brother to say bad words and call the turtle bad names."