"Oh, I finally found an old stick with enough juice I could still wake it up," Magnus says. He had ransacked several sub-basement rooms for it. They're probably still a mess. Whatever, he'll dig his way back down there to clean them up again during the next blizzard. He twists the cap off his soda and holds the bottle up so Claudius can clink his against it, a little toast to their mutual dedication to Lan Wangji's happiness.