Magnus kneels down to remove his shoes, which are much more suited to springtime hiking than the depths of winter but which are still water-resistant and well-broken in, and then scoots on his knees over to Galahad, where he sits cross-legged. He gives Galahad a little sideways hello cuddle and surveys the implements. "Will we be able to, um, even recognize characters?" He's learned, like, ten with Uncle D's secret Chinese lessons in the tower -- which is just enough to finally truly clock that a ton of the text around here is automatically translating into English for him.