Now feels like a very good time to point out to Magnus that the huge bulk of what he says makes next to no sense to Lancelot, but he doesn't say that, for some reason.

Instead he sighs, and gives Magnus a look worthy of any put up on teen. He recites, "Something on the making of cheese, a 'workbook' on heroic qualities, The Second Sex, The Feminine Mystique, Odin's Afterlife?" This one gets a squint of maybe not. "And, Feeling Good."