Magnus squints critically at his dough and Sagramore's. Yeah, they both look good. Sagramore's has more corn, but Magnus is pretty sure that's right for sweet tamales.

"Thanks," he says to Lan Wangji. "Should I start, like. Cutting the cheese, or something?" Then he snorts, because he may be a twenty-five year old adult, but in some very salient ways, he has the sense of humor of a high school freshman.