"I mean, I bet you can do it really well too," Magnus says, a touch apologetic. He lays out a corn husk, and then puts a smear of masa on it. "But I've trained in proportions exhaustively." He flexes his bicep, 99.9% to be silly. It's not actually all that impressive. He does have actual muscles, thanks to dying, but they don't look like much.

True to his word, though, he's actually extremely good at filling, wrapping, and tying tamales. He does the steps slowly, glancing between Sagramore and Lan Wangji while he does it, just in case they have any questions.

To Sagramore, he says, primly, "I'd say I'm also good at simping, but I guess arguably I think this fits into that umbrella."