"You're standing in a wagon in the middle of a conjured headspace where you can touch item and literally live my darkest secrets and memories, and you think me not perfectly cooking an invisible substance in an imaginary pot is the weirdest, most unbelievable part?" His voice is perfectly deadpanned as he stares at Belthazar, measuring out an exact teaspoon of apple cider vinegar into his hand and dropping it into the pot. He makes sure to maintain the scathing glare as he does so, wiping his hand off on a towel.

"That's the part you find weird. Really."