[Ah. It's possible that he also failed in banishing the fridge properly, but for the moment as long as it isn't still on the dragon's (that's a dragon......) head and hasn't become a serial offender by reappearing in the middle of the barrier party -- Lenka doesn't have time to worry about it. For now.

He takes a step back. Actually, a couple steps back, but he also spreads his hands and looks properly contrite, because he does feel bad. Regardless of Geir's size, refrigerators are quite the blunt force trauma hazard. Lenka sneaks a concerned glance in his direction even as he lowers his head for a proper apology.]

It, uh. Was probably my magic. A refrigerator. Sorry. And that's frozen... food? [those are food, right? honestly there might be some frozen household items or false teeth in the mix, who knows] You're not hurt, are you?

[There aren't any obvious injuries, but literally what does he know about dragon anatomy or health.]