Dreams.

I thought it was a bit strange, and what was the plan anyway? To make the gorilla eat too much and explode? Wouldn't it be easier to drop a rock on it or something like that, you know, like people usually deal with the inability to use magic directly?
And then the gorilla suddenly started addressing the other participants at the table with "You," passing the sugar, and I realized that it had simply been taught good manners, so it no longer poses a threat due to its exceptional politeness.