The reds never touch anything, not even the ground. At one point a soldier gets shot without a medical unit nearby, and one of the reds gestures the victim's clothing out of existence to do some kind of not-touching-involved emergency care, frowning intently from a foot away. The medics arrive a minute later, and let her finish. The injury knits itself up neatly, into smooth skin.
" - damn," says the soldier. "I won't even have a scar. You could've left it so I had a scar."
"...do you want a scar?" asks the scarlet-haired girl with big blue wings. "I can do a scar."
"Nah, wouldn't count. I'll just have to get another one. You didn't touch me, right -"
"Can't, this binding is fanatical about that."
"Kay, good. - thanks."
"My pleasure!"
A guy with striking batlike wings shows up where the soldiers are resting. His hair is purple. For some reason everyone is ecstatic to see him (except the reds, who roll their eyes and pointedly ignore him.) The reason becomes apparent immediately. "I want my mom's lasagna. Specifically my mom's."
"I want his mom's lasagna too."
"I want his mom."
"I'm just doing food," says purple-haired guy, making lasagnes out of thin air.
"Pizza."
"Caviar."
"Copy of whatever Intal Neli had for dinner last night."
"Copy of whatever the Emperor of Oahk had for dinner last night."
Food appears.
"Hey," someone shouts at the reds, "you want delivery?"
"I'll have a Sotherset sandwich," one of them says irritably. "You know it's not like he's putting any work into it -"
Demon bows dramatically and makes a sandwich in midair for her; the fairy who's floating them makes it stay there.
"I'll have steak," says another red. "Nothing funny done to it."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"I'll have toffee."
(Isel giggles gleefully in post-production.)