This was weird. Zeke was being weird. Not because of his something-sorta-joke, but because that look. She wasn't used to it, and frankly, it didn't suit him. For a reason unknown to her, it made her nervous and sad and angry all at the same time. Why did he look like someone had run over a puppy? WHY?

The tone of his reply was what did it though. Amur's smile twisted down. "Dragons, huh? They must be eating them then." Cause this mood, what other reason could there be for it?

Perturbed, Amur turned her attention to the cutlery, fiddling with each one before selecting the least likely that she would use. The spoon. With her free hand, she drew out her wand and with a quick flick and incantation, transfigured the silverware into a tiny, sleek dragon who's silver scales shone in the candlelight.

A sidelong glance was spared to her friend. Did he want to tell her what was going on, or did he want her to provide him with a reason for the weird mood? Seriously, she could arrange dragons eating socks.