They nod at him when he says they're not supposed to eat it, and they lift the plate up again to hold it up in front of their face. When he asks if they're magic, they nod. A moment later, there's a flickering of blue running through their arm and their eyes glint and--

The remaining plate that's in their hand bursts into blue flames. There's no smoke and, seemingly, no heat. It's like it's just on fire.

Moments later, the plate sizzles to dust and lands on the table. They glance down at the little dust pile, brushing it to the side.

Across the restaurant, the waiter is freaking the fuck out. What the hell!!! They don't want to bring the next dish over if it's gonna get burned!