He glanced across the table. Both Lyra and Twilight were eating their own tarts with a fork. He’d seen Lyra eating on the beach, too; there, she’d just floated the food in front of her face and eaten it that way, but apparently that wasn’t how food was supposed to be eaten. Dale looked over at the chef—how would she eat the food? She couldn’t float it in front of her face, nor could she use a fork—or could she? Until yesterday, the idea of a pony cooking hadn’t been something he could have imagined, yet he’d seen several ponies working in the hospital kitchen as efficiently as any chef on Hell’s Kitchen. Did she eat with utensils, or did she just stick her face into the plate and chow down that way?