Lenore admires the light spell for a moment--she's learned a similar one, from some of the magic lessons provided by the native mages, but it's still a bit of magic that she finds wondrous--before returning her attention to the task and crossing over to the grain without comment.

Taking one of the sacks of grain, Lenore opens it carefully, taking out a single grain and crushing it between her fingertips. It looks, feels, and smells exactly the way she would expect, so she casts it aside. Dipping her slender arm into the sack, she worms her fingers all the way to the bottom and seizes a single grain from there, bringing it up and crushing it the same way. This one she pops into her mouth after smelling it, grinding it between her back teeth and tasting the rough flour. She shakes her head at Natasha and shrugs, re-tying that sack and setting it aside, then opening the next to repeat the process. She doesn't see a need to be any more thorough than that: obvious surface check, buried depths check. If there's no issue, then it seems like a waste of their time to check every single kernel.