[ He expected a scoff and a laugh, not genuine interest. Relenting on the bacon for a few minutes as it browns, he waves Owen's legs away from the stove and crouches down, opening the little door. ]

Someone I know is a budding sorcerer, he made this for me and it's been quite the useful gift. Turn the dial on the runes and the stone gets hotter or colder ... for now, the dials on the stove control it.

[ The rock within the pit of the stove is smooth and oblong, lined with runes. Currently it glows red, around the size of a hand but certainly emanating heat. ]