"If Alex ever comes back here," Magnus starts, and then stops, horrified at himself. He presses his lips together in a firm little line and juts his chin forward, obstinately, forcing himself to continue on. "Remember how we were talking about charades? We could call out different animals from this and see if she knows all the old-timey words for them. Like, what would she turn into if you said 'camelopard?' Or, like, even manticore."