Fair enough. Given what's on hand, a basic stir-fry seems like the best option, at least given Mischief is radiating impatience already and so he doesn't want to take more time planning things out and experimenting than is strictly necessary.

He'll initially limit the seasoning to just salt, leaning on the produce and oil to do what prestidigitation won't for his own portion, before removing his portion early and adding the careful combination of spices he's puzzled together from the sensory data that Sandy provided, letting it bloom in the oil, and then serving up the remaining three portions to Moraine, Mischief, and Sandy.

"<He also wants to apologize for the lack of flair, he didn't want to take too long, and that he hopes it is enjoyable anyway,>" Sandy says to Moraine as Wrinkle hands out the first portion.

"Thank you. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Then they'll go ahead and eat!

Wrinkle seems to enjoy his portion, though it's not hard to find food enjoyable after it's been magicked to taste good. Sandy more so finds the local food interesting more than he actively likes it, but it's not hard to eat, and taking apart the chemistry and learning more about how the local texture of reality has influenced (and not influenced) the local biochemistry is an interesting intellectual diversion to share with Ounu. Mischief, as always, does not readily share her experience of the food, but she's eating it about as unforcedly as she ever eats, so plausibly she is enjoying it.

The three of them are also notably fast eaters, as they've all grown accustomed to have to watch the clock and sometimes even eat on the run.

Moraine eats more slowly and deliberately. "So, y'all keep doin those gestures and such. How's it work anyway? Some sorta implants or something?"

He has his own basic understanding of how normal magic works, but he'll confer with the others psychically for a moment before attempting an explanation.

"<In my own case, I can extend semi-material tendrils of Ounu's dreamflesh from my fingers, which I used earlier to 'taste' and 'smell' the things we were thinking of acquiring with a very high level of detail. For Wrinkle and Mischief, the gestures are used to activate various pieces of etheric technology they have, mostly anchored to those crystal dowels they were using earlier, which are mostly Wrinkle's inventions, though some are copied that we've acquired from other sources.>"

"So all your tech's based on stuff that's not made of normal matter? Am I understanding that right? I think the Nomai had a little tech that was like that. Some way of linking things together at long distances without anything we can measure connecting them."

"<Not everything, but most things, probably. There's some special interest in technology that depends on ether as little as possible in the Shadowfell* because the Paucal Zones have almost none. That's what there is a 'paucity' of, or at least I think that's where the name came from?>" He looks to Wrinkle, who shrugs, and then Mischief, who doesn't seem to react, and so Sandy shrugs as well.

(*The outermost shell of solid matter in the world, or the world these three came from at least. It sits atop the Lower Heavens and beneath the Astral Sea.)

"Sounds like your universe isn't much like ours. I don't think we have anything like that Shadow-Fell. Speaking of weirdness it isn't exactly spatial weirdness but maybe I should also tell ya about the uncertain stones. They distort the world around them in a sense, they make it so there ain't one persistent truth about things. Ya blink and things move around you sometimes even big things. The most extreme example is the wandering moon. It moves around the solar system swapping what planet it's around from one moment to the next."

Sandy shakes his head. "<Not at all, really, no, not beyond some very superficial similarities at least.>"

The party all consider and silently discuss the relevance of the uncertain stones.

"<Are there any examples of them that we could examine before we see about visiting Brittle Hollow?>" he asks, once they've come to an agreement that it warrants investigation.

"There's a small one in the observatory museum and another larger one in the ancient glade canyon. That bigger one was where we really started studying them led by an eccentric named Gabbro. The Nomai studied them too and once we found some of the challenges they used to teach their children we learned even more."

Hm... "<Would it be much of an issue for us to poke at the one in the museum?>"

"That's what the museum is there for, long as you're not planning to break it or anything but the stone is pretty durable. There's also an exhibit about Brittle Hollow, it'll let you get used to the gravity crystals and tell ya how to recognize gravity tiles."

The three of them silently convene for another moment, with Wrinkle nodding confidently, before Sandy replies again, "<We should be able to avoid damaging it, and preparing for what we'll encounter there seems reasonable as well.>"

And once the four of them are all done, Sandy will gather the utensils and other place-setting and see if he can find the place to wash them.

There's definitely a sink with soap and some cloths for drying or scrubbing.

Then he will do some cleaning! Perhaps a bit disconcertingly for the other patrons of this communal kitchen, given that he extrudes the extra arms necessary to wash all of their used settings simultaneously.

Once he's done and placed it all wherever seems appropriate (whether that's back with where they first grabbed the settings or if there's clearly some other place that freshly cleaned things go), he'll return and ask Moraine, "<So, the museum's just back at the observatory I assume?>"

"Yep. It's kinda in the name. There's bigger ones around but the best stuff ends up in the Observatory. It's tradition."

He's initially tempted to ask why, but it occurs to him a moment later. "<Well, I suppose we'll be headed there next. I don't properly know what we took you from, and I think we can probably make our own way there, and then to the train, so this may be where our party parts ways with you?>"

"Wasn't anything urgent, especially not compared to visitors like you just some routine maintenance. If ya want to go it alone I can leave ya to it but I'm happy to stick with you if you'll have me."

"<Oh!>" He looks over to his partymates, and then with silent confirmation turns back to Moraine, "<Well in that case, please lead the way.>"

And then they presumably make their way to the observatory('s museum), if nothing stops them.

Indeed, and once they arrive, they're greeted by another Hearthian. "Moraine! I see the rumors were true! Oh my welcome welcome welcome! I'm so excited to meet you all!"

"Hello Hornfels. Our guests here wanna see the Brittle and Uncertain stone exhibits."

"Of course! I'd be delighted!"

"<Oh, rumors? And, yes, we're thinking that the black hole forge and uncertain stones might help us figure out a way to go home, and are bit more accommodating than whatever's going on with Dark Bramble.>"

"Ah, you know how it is exciting news spreads quickly. Actually do you? It seems that the Nomai were like us in that way but you're a whole new people we know so little about."

"<Oh yes, we're quite familiar with how quickly rumors spread! And, while the three of us aren't precisely scholars in the conventional sense, we do know a decent bit about our peoples and the world we came from, so if this is more of a two-way exchange of information that seems fair to me.>"

Mischief seems a bit rankled by that, but with psychic reminder that it's unclear how long the zone-suit's internal etherosphere will hold out away from Sandy and Ounu's aura, decides against sneaking off.

She is visibly tempted, though, which means she wants it known that she is tempted.