Matchbook discovered, flame summoned the old fashioned way. There's a slight crease around the nose as he judges the flavour and harshness of it, tentative on first breath, bolder on second as he flicks flame extinguished. Hopefully the Pie Hole is a smoking establishment, even when it's on a space ship.

He's listening, though, even if he is reeled only a little reluctantly into the conversation.

"The classics are devoted to debating what these stories were even for. Propaganda. Cautionary tales. How does it read to a wizard?"

There's nothing disparaging in that. It's a genuine curiousity, that they would have a different point of view, what with all things mythical apparently being real.