Regis doesn't appear ruffled. He lifts both eyebrows slightly, his tone mild as he replies. "I mean precisely that. Magic. I dare say it is entirely intrinsic to how this place functions at all."

Then, with one hand, he makes a small gesture. "If you will allow me, I will demonstrate."

That one cupboard that will produce anything you desire, exactly as you want it, is certainly something of a wonder. Not that Regis has a use for it.