It must be said that, in this moment, Magnus is feeling a lot less conflicted about the prospect of averting Ragnarok forever by just staying here. "You wanna get out of this tree?" he asks Galahad. "I wanna try that thing you made before the squirrels realize it's there. And," he gestures down at the fire pit. "Mothwing keeps bringing me fish, if you're hungry?" He knows it's not the most appealing of prospects -- fish badly seasoned with some stuff he's pilfered from the kitchens, cooked over an open fire -- so he's not committed to pushing it.