The thing on the table is a creature known as an Arbitrator.
It is constructed in times of need from two materials:
1) nine hundred and ten kilograms of dust from the nearest lawful plane
2) the quintessence of a particular standpoint from each part in a lively discussion (one from each of the three women in this example).
Arbitrators despise conflicts, and will do anything they can to come to a settlement between all parts in the current discussion (without breaking any rules of discussion of course, since it consists of lawful dust). In general, they are quite useless and will merely point and squeak - that is, until someone breaks a formal or informal rule of the discussion (such as killing any of the other participants, or less). That's when the metamorphosis kicks in and evolves the little critter into a terrible force of dark persuasion. Arm pulling and stealing of eyes are not unheard of.
Most people come to a quick agreement whenever an Arbitrator materialises in front of them. That's the only way of getting rid of it.