Albel shrugged and shook his head, aware that Lavi didn't sound all that happy, but not really caring too much. He waved at Lavi to try to get him to lift his hand again.
The pyramid became hard and smooth again and when Lavi lifted his hand, a few skin cells adhered to the surface. No residue seemed to adhere to Lavi's hand, even though it had seemed sticky before.
A moment later, a circle opened in the table and a tray with small cuboid objects rose up out of the table. "Food," Albel said again, because he knew it certainly didn't look like it.