"Magic can't clean everything," Hugo countered. "Besides, covering food with magic might be worse than dirt. Animals can sense it."
He wasn't sure why he was explaining himself. To make the man feel more sorry, or to make it seem like he had had a good reason to let his temper lash out. Normally he wouldn't have bothered.
Maybe he was intrigued by the uppity clothes. Wizards and witches tended to dress a few decades behind everyone else, but this bloke was well past that. Hugo had to ask, "What century are you from? Aren't you boiling in that suit?"