Magnus isn't so sure about all that, but he also doesn't really want to get into it. Still, he squints at Sagramore suspiciously for a moment. Oh, he knows Sagramore's a lot older than he is, even with the lack-of-aging thing factored in, but mostly until this point he's been thinking about Sagramore as friend-shaped. Which he is! But Magnus has a sneaking suspicion that Sagramore might also be an adult-shaped adult. It's weird that there's such a concentration of them here... at least three? Huh.

"Edgelords aside," he says, "I think you know a lot more about poetry than I do. Any recommendations? In Valhalla they really just leaned into the skaldic stuff."