"She... likes it cold?" Luka grimaces at the concept, imagining the sensory experience of stew served cold. Definitely not his style.

"Do you have a fridge here? Or maybe it can be, uh, magic'd cold faster?" He suggests with a flourish of one hand to indicate magic use. Maybe it wouldn't be the same as it naturally cooling, but it's certainly faster than waiting four hours.

"I'd rather move somewhere more comfortable." Luka butts in. The choice seemed like an obvious one to him, and he wasn't going to wait while these two deferred to each other.