"That's so cool," Magnus enthuses. Gu Xiang is so cool. Maybe he'll try sleeping like this -- on a lower branch, probably, just in case. "So you could write a poem about how you like sleeping upside down. Any fun memories you have about it, that kind of thing." He pauses as something occurs to him. "I'm pretty sure poetry is different in different places. How do poems where you're from typically go?"