Curiously, he watched the other man root about his kitchen from the doorway, any words of correction and explanation about food kept in stasis dying on his tongue by the time the second plate had been filled. A little sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. He didn't think he'd need to restock the kitchen so soon, but then again, he hadn't anticipated rescuing a shapeshifting wizard either.

"I'll, erm, make us a cuppa then, shall I?" he asked, filling the kettle with water from the tap. Then he glanced at the food again and added, "Or two. I just picked up this new darjeeling blend the other day. Well, it's closest to darjeeling in taste, anyway..."