"I do," Magnus says. He leans up, bending at the waist, and then drops back, letting the force of that lead him into rocking back and forth, still hanging by his knees. "Camping reminds me of my mom." And his dad, but since Frey isn't answering his prayer, that's increasingly less of a draw.

On an upswing, he raises his eyebrows at Gu Xiang. "What have you been up to lately?" he asks her. "Wreck any cool devastation upon your enemies since our competition?"