[ How many innocent pieces of ceramic are going to be sacrificed this morning?

One less, anyway, since Childermass abandons note-writing to grab the plate before it goes whirling by. That, he sets down on the table a little too firmly to call it calm, even if his expression doesn't change all that much.

Someone's getting a very disapproving look from the magician now and that someone happens to look like a dragon. ]

Do you really plan on doing this until we've run out of cups and plates? Because I'm not too sure the head cook will like that at all.