The matter of choice is put aside for now. Maybe he'll circle back to it eventually, if opportunity arose, but more interesting is why Popp still has his abilities, and nobody else he'd encountered did.

Something had to be different. But what? He frowns at the buns currently in Popp's hands, untoasted. "Almost everything, in fact. I'm barely better than a well trained common trooper at this point." Which isn't a knock against any of the P0s he just.. expected better of himself.

A lot better. "Have you considered making use of one of the wider rivers? I'm intending to speak with our patron about diverting one into a fish pond sometime this winter, that might also make a cover for fire spells."