Ten reaches over to obtain his own bowl, one finger holding the spoon in place as he brings his meal up to his face so he can... not blow on it. He keeps an eye on it, watching it as if waiting for something.

"Probably magic. Not mine. Everything cooks fast." He answers, one eye glancing over to the orbven where it's radiating heat still. He realizes that now, in this moment, he doesn't know exactly how it works.