Nobine, while still shoveling food in her mouth, thinks Gafelker's sweet sentiment about his steadfast companion is quite sweet. From the corner of her eyes, she sees Corellia's casual rate, her pose, and the use of utensils. She slows a little, looking down at the fur matted with sticky syrup, caking her hands before pursing her lips. Maybe the fork and knife would have been better, or at the very least, the fork. Shaking her head free of that, though, she continues her pace, listening for the frustrated grunts and yells as Duqing continues to harass other contestants.

Another pancake is shoved in her mouth with a few chews, and she sees Gafelker also shoving food. She frowns, her hand thumping at her chest as some pancakes get stuck before chugging some water, futilely attempting to dislodge it. Finally, with a gasp, she swallows and coughs a little. The edges of her lips tug down even more as she feels warmer than before. Not the simple warmth of the sun beaming down, or from the warm heat emitted from the pancakes, or even being next to other bodies. Rather, it was a steady growing fire, and Nobine looked around, curious at the new sensation.

Slowly, she stops eating her antennas, twitching as she whips her head around, eyes narrowing at the two most important competitors. Though she doesn't find the source of the warmth, her eyes zero in on Corellia's slow pace. 'I'm sure I'm eating fast, a faster pace than her surely,' she thinks to herself. Though the pancakes are disappearing off the plate faster than her own, she starts to try and count the pieces that make it into Corellia's mouth.

"How do you both find the food? I'm pretty sure I'll win with how easy it is to eat," she asks, having trouble swallowing some more pieces down as she lies.

Swallowing the piece currently in her mouth, she gulps down some water before muttering under her breath, trying to concentrate on cooling the temperature of the air around. In her mind's eye, she envisions a thick layer of fog rising up from the earth to enshroud the stage. It's been a while since she's used magic in front of a crowd, though she tries to discretely do it away from the eye of the timekeeper at the end of their table.

"I can certainly see why," Corellia replied simply, she found it bizarre the thought of needing a companion around her. But perhaps the little torch of a pixie was convenient, though a torch that spoke was one that in the long run she would find needing its mouth sewn tightly shut. Nevertheless, she held a soft smile, keeping that demure guise of kindness on her face.

The few bites that she did eat of the pancakes were lovely, her attention half on the food and half on keeping her spellcraft consistent. It was a pain to do so as repeatedly as she had been, amazed she had not been caught as of yet. Surprised even further that the two she had been speaking to were able to keep up at all, they must have had some sort of tricks up their sleeves. It would be foolish to not cheat if you could get away with it.

She continues to eat her food, a slow calmness, relaxed and gentle posture as she dined with her fork and knife. She wouldn't dare bother to sully her hands by touching the food, let alone for the fact she found it disgusting to the touch. But for the reality that her right hand was comprised of little more than black and violet ink, swirling and pulsing in the visage of a hand, narrow spindles like that of a spider's legs in place of fingers.

A sideways glance over from Gafelker to Nobine as she voiced the question, "Finding it just fine, a bit heavy though. I do wonder if I'll have enough room for it all." She replied, a feigned sigh following soon after. She was still quietly casting small pocket dimensions underneath her plate, deciding now instead to begin reopening pockets nearby some of the other contestants beneath their plates. Subtly forcing the others to now have to eat more than they initially had on their plates, all while she calmly enjoyed small forkfuls. Dutifully masking the desire to grin at her own mischief.

There was a large belch from Gafelker. Smoke a little fire and ash came out of his mouth. "Oh, excuse me. It must be the earth dragon side of me coming out." said Gafelker with an apology. "Gas, I guess." trying to play it off. Some of the people around the table hearing the comment coughed others choked. Some started to stair Gafelker questioning the comment.

Gafelker stuffed his face with more pancakes as he looked around he could feel some magic being used around him and could see what some could be doing.

Gafelker found it interesting that whatever people were doing they were not doing it to him. he was not the only one here using a domain of magic to an advantage. Now he could see why some people did not like adventures I guess they did use their skills to get ahead but what adventure would not use the skills they worked so hard for?

"I do not know about the pancakes being heavy. But eating them is sooo.... goooooddd..." commented Gafelker with a grin. "When you have not eaten in a while and travel like I do having food like this is a luxury," remarked Gafelker stuffing more packages in his mouth. The syrup was now staining on his beard as it ran down it. The syrup bubbled and steamed as it ran down his face and beard.

Now his skin looked to be red like he had been too much out in the sun. One could only wonder why he looked like that. He was not sweating at all. he did not even look moist.