"Yeah, cool," says Magnus, who is super totally playing it cool. He unwraps his tamales, heedless of their heat -- it's not like he can't heal any burnt fingertips immediately -- and then grabs a fork and digs in.

And closes his eyes to have another little emotion. They're very good, is the thing, but gods he misses Alex so much. He should be here to try them, too. He doesn't want to worry the adult-shaped adults in the room, though, so he gives them a little thumbs-up and waggles it around while he chews.