[ In those few minutes, he's cleared his plate of eggs and salad and is munching on his last piece of toast; a Heroic Servant, being staggeringly domestic in this setting. ]

Hm? Can't say that I do— I'm not interested in making wishes.

[ He says so without hesitation, focused on finishing his breakfast more than the question at hand. ]

Wishing is the magus's job, as far as I'm concerned.