It was a non-sequitur, not that he's unwilling to discuss magic with Roi, but he's aware of his own tendency to run on and be pedantic, and that's no way to entertain a child. "Well, it'll be over the fireplace, anyway. I wouldn't want you to get burned. But you could help me stir, and butter the bread."

He gets up and moves around him to fetch the grocery bags off the bed. "Do you want something to drink while we cook? I have milk and herbal tea and apple cider."