"I like this," Magnus says, thoughtfully, after trying on the clothes. "There's a lot going on but I really don't hate it." He does a contemplative spin, watching as the skirt flares, then stops and looks up at the ceiling. "Dear Frey. Dad. It's me, Magnus Chase. Your son. Do you see what I'm wearing? Just a tip for next time you give me a boat, if you ever give me another boat. Not that I'm asking for another boat. I'm just saying, this is much better summer vibes than highlighter yellow. Please take notes. Thank you. Amen. Bye."

Frey, of course, doesn't answer, but then again, Magnus didn't expect him to.