Magnus laughs. "Good," he says. "Frankly it's terrible, but it's all I -- oh wait, no it's not, hold on."

He leaps from the branch, landing neatly on his feet, and then goes to rummage through his backpack, carefully lifting the pastry Galahad left there out of the way. There are some protein and energy bars tucked away into a side pocket, for when he gets peckish and doesn't feel like putting in any effort. He grabs them, and then, bars and pastry in hand, circles back to look up at Galahad still on the branch. "Wanna try?"