[The laughter rankles if he gives it too much considered, and so he doesn't - allowing the thing to wash over and away and be forgotten. Blandly in answer:]

The fashion's better there, the medicine better here. No one summons anything there, much less people from other world. But if someone were to ask my opinion on the subject, I might suggest fetching a particular baker from the end of Cross Street. This place could benefit from her expertise. The kitchens here seem to be under the impression that pie crusts should turn to ash in the mouth.