Regulus sucked on a spoonful of jam as he looked down at his staples.
He then watched the man close the fridge, which he understood the purpose of now. It somehow kept food cold, but he couldn't fathom how muggles did it without magic.
The burner was a mystery. He'd turned it on but didn't know how he'd done it because he had been touching and testing everything, so when the flames shot out, he'd jumped back but then couldn't remember what he'd done to reverse it. So he'd left it.
"What do you mean I got most of it?" Regulus asked, putting the spoon back in the jam and stood up. "I just found the jam. I don't have tea or toast." His complaint seemed very logical to Regulus.
"How can you help?" he asked, not upset, but clearly confused by the idea.