"In the pantry... somewhere." Magica waved a hand - Poe handled the cooking (and darn near everything else) so she only a vague guess where the cooking implements were... and even less if they had what he wanted.

After one last snack, she closed the box and licked her fingers, not giving a damn for manners in the moment. "Funny enough, while he does the cooking, he has to be reminded to eat. He can lock himself away in the library for ages."