Wayne would eat macaroni and cheese out of a coffee mug, let's be real. He is 100% behind this kind of culinary stupidity.

"Axe, guitar," he replies easily, though at the mention of magic he lifts a hand, making a Gesture of his own. "Closest I have to magic's the prescribed Gestures. They don't do much without intent though." The air in front of him warps and changes, seemingly becoming clay, though as he'd said, he has no target that could be affected by it, and so it simply disappears again without effect.