After Leah's slowed down to picking at her plate and then just ignoring her plate, she leans back in her chair and watches the floating candles, wondering about spell that's keeping them up.

She glances around the table, and grabs a salt shaker, tossing it up and down in her hand thoghtfully.

Then thinks better of it, replacing it on the table. The staring third ears are still staring.

And occasionally muttering to each other about weirdoes.