Well, the food is ruined, of course. And most of what they smashed, they vanished. Leaving just a few shards behind. They left the everyday crockery, but oh, Alice, they destroyed my Grandmother's tea pot and the platter I inherited from my own Mum, and I don't even have enough Mason jars left to put up the rest of the harvest.

Arthur's right, I know; they're only things. But oh, Alice, it hurts.