With some trepidation, Lily seized up one of the plain red clay bowls from a little stack of six, enveloping it in her teal glow. Neither Ignacio nor Aldonza reacted. And the sleeping batpony sorcerer who’d cried out earlier didn’t wake up again, either. She grabbed the ladle in her telekinetic aura as well, and filled the bowl with two hearty scoops of the pot's dense ragout, then floated it over to Ignacio, who tapped a forehoof on the ground to indicate that she should place it before him. That she did; yet she still elicited no reaction from the batponies. Nonetheless, Lily had the distinct impression that she was, once again, being stared at. 