[ he makes a vaguely disgruntled 'hmm' sound, eyes glazing over a little. is it the magic bit or the freaky invisible servant bit? both, maybe. ]

To play with? You mean for sport? I'm not interested in anything like that.

[ a dismissive flap of his hand; hunting for fun isn't his ballgame. he just wants to cook, auntie! ]

But everything that's in there, it'll stay fully stocked on its own? Really?