This sort of technology isn't known where I am from. We have machines, of course, but nothing that sails through the stars... let alone fireboxes.

[Yep, that's what he's calling it now. Since she doesn't seem to be afraid anymore, he eases up a bit and tries to wipe off some of the soot that's collected around the counter. It's clear he really doesn't know what he's doing but he's trying really, really hard to help! Look at him go!!]

I wanted to heat my pasta, [he says in a low voice.] There... was a bowl at some point. I do not know where it went or what that is. T'is plain it has undergone some alchemical process and is now on its way to becoming a pudding slime.