On the table end nearest the X-rays was a half-eaten sandwich and a nearly-empty bowl of some kind of vegetable soup. Dale wondered if the lack of a spoon was significant. Lyra had used utensils when she ate, but Twilight hadn’t back in the kitchen. If Twilight was coordinated enough to write with her aura, she presumably could use a spoon if she wanted to. Maybe it was more convenient to float the soup into a blob in front of her muzzle and suck it out of the air, like astronauts did sometimes.