Atchmon returned shortly, along with the massive contraption in hand, leaving it leaning against the bed.  With the stick flap left open there was enough light flooding into the cave for the pair to see what they were doing. Rarity was sitting in front of the small table with a rainbow-colored apple, and various nuts arranged neatly on a plate. Which was really just another bowl, but with an extremely shallow, almost flat concave. It was the closest resembling a plate that she could find in his collection. I wonder if he even knows about other dinnerware, or maybe his people customarily only use bowls.