Stephen won't judge, the revelation of monsters is a relief. It means however long he's stuck here, he'll be able to eat.

That's one ugly fish.

"Perfect."

"Thank you," he adds, offering to take the skewer from the other man. "Do you know the chef, here? Do you think they'd be willing to cook this for me?" He sounds almost petulant, used to Wong, god bless the man, preparing his meals. Under normal circumstances Stephen can wield magic like an afterthought, but he's a lost cause in the kitchen.