Magnus laughs. He leans forward, adding some more wood to the fire, and then moves closer to Galahad. It's a chilly day, and he doesn't want to drain himself by calling too much summer, but he can share his body heat. "Sorry, dude," he says, and taps the carrot cake one with the back of his knuckle. "Try this one? It's less awful. It was my mom's favorite."