Magnus grins. "I knew you would," he says, and offers Galahad the fistful of bars. There's a decent assortment of brands and flavors; he'd been most excited when the Mansion yielded his mom's favorite carrot cake clif bars on a recent dive through the kitchens, but there's at least six other types in his hand, including a couple he'd never heard of before the Mansion. "Any of these sound good to you, man?"