By dinnertime Connie's head has stopped spinning and she's built just enough mana back up to show off her grabber glove in the dinner line- which draws a little more attention than she wanted because it's got about the dexterity of an oven mitt and the kid behind her jostles her elbow as she's reaching for a roll, so she knocks two more off the pile and the girl behind him squeaks.  At least rolls are about the best thing that could've gone on the floor, and it's obvious she's the one doing it and not a mal hiding in the pile when she carefully levitates them back onto her tray, but she switches to her non-gloved hand to get (literally scorched?) kebab and brussels sprouts, trying not to think about whether she's blushing.