Rarity was busy thinking over everything she had learned about Atchmon that day, while she rotated her dinner with her magic. Almost burning her food just enough to give it that interesting 'grilled' flavor she used to enjoy her father making for the Summer Sun celebration. She watched Atchmon enjoying more of his jerky, who was sitting cross legged on the grass, looking as though all was right with the world, while she sat next to him.