[He leans out of the fridge and closes it with his elbow, the butter balanced on his forearm. His brow draws together in thought.]

The logic is sound, yes. [He dumps the tub on the counter and fishes around for a knife.] But that theory hinges on the assumption that the castle is genuine, and that it's possible for us to have stumbled into a dimensional crossroad that has little regard for space-time and physics in general.

[He glances up meaningfully. By his expression, he could go either way.]

Are you willing to accept that?