“There are ways around that,” Vogg grinned at Godric, dropping himself to settle near his friend. “You could do it with magic! Helga showed me that once! When I was taking food from the kitchens.” And it was clear that Vogg preferred the magical way, only because it involved magic. It didn’t matter that he knew other was to do things, some that were even quicker, or more convenient than their magic counterpart, he’d always want to see someone do it the magical way. “Or, you can simply light a fire. Good as new.” Though, Vogg had no hunger, he liked offering out solutions. Well, not that hungry.
Vogg peered over, plucking what looked like a potato between his thumb and pointer finger from the stew before popping it into his mouth. “Not bad, though not as good as what the kitchens have.” He smirked, “Still, there must be something weighing on your mind, to not have finished your bowl.” And while Vogg was still smiling as if he’d just told a joke, his tone was entirely serious.