"That's fair," Magnus says, offering Sagramore a crooked smile. "Wouldn't it be nice if there was, like, a pharmacy here? Then we could find the antidepressants Claudius was asking me about a few weeks ago, and anticonvulsants for your seizures, and, like, Advil or Benadryl or whatever." He doesn't need Advil anymore -- perks of being dead! -- but surely some people do.