Magnus tilted his head towards the platters, "Fine. Give me mine." He said. Taking the platter in his hands, he stretched out his arms, keeping the rock and platter balanced.
Looking at Izzy, who had placed his dish on the table sized piece of gum, he said, "Work smarter, not harder, huh Izzy?"

"Alright then."
Frank took the platter, and stretched his gangly arms out, as if he were holding out a plate of cupcakes.
"Och, this is becoming harder than my father's strongest moonshine."
He held a calm face, but a small bead of clear, opaque sweat slithered down his head.

Still meditating, the platter is placed on the top of Draou's knuckles, himself still holding his quarterstaff in both hands tightly.

Draou awakes from his meditation to hear half of what Landon is saying, and notice a growing pain in both of his hands.

"Oh... right, holding the rock out you say? Ok then, I guess I can do that." Draou drops his quarterstaff on the floor in front of him, still balancing the plate on the tops of his hands.

Draou bumps the platter barely a few inches into the air. He then flips his hands over, still relatively close to his body, now holding the platter in his open palms. Locking his limbs, he then tenses up his body as he extends his arms, loosening his muscles slowly as he straightens out his posture, holding the platter out directly in front of himself. As he begins to have trouble holding it up, he decides to slowly lower it as he crouches down with his legs. Once his lower back is close enough to the floor, Draou leans on it slightly, extending his feet in front of him so that his legs are flat against the ground. Now that he is finished moving, he then places the platter down on top of his legs lightly, still holding most of the weight in his hands.

Draou waits quietly, continuing to hold the platter in intense concentration.

Landon stood to the side, talking on his phone. He then hung up and turned back to the group, patiently waiting.