Magnus isn't great at cutting off the kernels -- they keep flying everywhere -- but at a certain point, a memory from childhood kicks in, of his mom showing him how to stand a corn cob up and carefully work a knife down its side so the kernels shed onto a plate or into a bowl, rather than just rotating it on the cutting board on its side and hoping for the best. He smiles a little to himself, and then registers Sagramore's question. "Um," he says. "I don't know. I think you can do either? The biggest difference would be, like, wetness, right?"