The "Magister" pokes for a couple of minutes through the rubble with his expendable staff, and produces a few boxes of cereals, rice and pasta.
"Wait over there, young horned waif, it is dangerous and cumbersome for you to venture deeper in."
With a few fleet-footed steps, the old wizard carries the boxes over.
"Me's afraid that the ovens are out of order, and that we have run out of milk, so I better hope that you like dry cereals." Not sure if she can read, he introduces the menu: "We have here chocolate flavour, vanilla flavour, cinnamon flavour, strawberry flavour and... mustard flavour??? Which otyugh has been tasked with coming up with this aberration!?"