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[summerdude]

Magnus shows up to the kitchen earlier than the agreed-upon time, since he's actually really excited to fold tamales (and learn how to prep the individual components thereof) with a couple of his favorite people. When he gets there, he remembers having to teach Galahad about hand-washing, and thinks about the fact that both Sagramore and Lan Wangji are from old-timey places. When they arrive, they'll find him scrubbing down the countertops, making sure they have a clean workspace.

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[summerdude]

Magnus revisits the recipe. "I'll do the savory," he tells Sagramore. "There's fewer ingredients, so fewer ways for me to mess it up."

[sagramore]

"I accept my charge." He pushes his glasses up the slope of his nose and checks the recipe over Magnus' shoulder before going for the sugar and cinnamon.

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji watches them briefly, satisfied that Sagramore can also help Magnus if it is required. He dedicates himself to the methodical roasting of several poblano peppers over the open flame of one of the stove's burners. It was, actually, quite helpful to have done this same task with Tress the other day, and for more than a mere distraction from his unhappiness.

[summerdude]

Masa measured, Magnus gets out another bowl and starts whipping together the lard and salt. He does this by hand -- he doesn't know how to use a mixer, and anyway, he's got the strength and stamina.

[sagramore]

All the swordwork with Laertes has had the same effect on Sagramore -- his arms are probably the strongest part of him. He is aware of the stand mixer, but this isn't something he'd particularly use it for (unlike bread dough, which he finds immeasurably tedious to knead by hand).

[lightbearinglord]

Lan Wangji is quite content to lapse into companionable silence as the three of them work together. He makes his way through his quantity of peppers, roasting them one by one and then setting them aside to rest. In the interim, he examines the large pot that is still simmering. Determining that the pork is ready enough, he commences wielding forks for the first time in his life in order to remove those pieces of meat and begin shredding them.

[summerdude]

Magnus looks over -- he's finally whipped the lard to the consistency described in the recipe, and he's about to add the masa. "If you hold them upside down the shredding is easier," he says, helpfully. "Not, like, upside down by the tines upside down, but upside down the hump thingy is up upside down."

[sagramore]

Sagramore glances over from mixing the sweet dough and laughs.

[lightbearinglord]

Perhaps Lan Wangji deserves that laugh after thoughtlessly handing chopsticks to Sagramore a few months ago. As instructed, he gamely flips over those forks and resumes his work. "Thank you."

[summerdude]

"Sure thing, dude. I had the hardest time as a kid, switching between chopsticks and forks like every other day."

[sagramore]

"You grew up with both?"

[lightbearinglord]

Naturally, Lan Wangji prefers the precision and control of chopsticks, but he has to admit that these implements are proving effective at reducing the pork to shreds. He continues to listen to Magnus and Sagramore as he completes that task, setting aside the bones for making stock later. He returns the shredded pork to its vessel, in which most of the liquid has reduced, and then fetches that sauce. It takes him a moment to work out how to separate the blender from the base (also known as the part that prompts it to make such ear-splitting noises), but he does manage it so that he can pour the sauce over the pork and give it all a brisk but controlled stir with -- of course -- his trusty cooking chopsticks.

[summerdude]

"Oh yeah, me and my mom lived in an apartment above a KBBQ place when I was growing up." Magnus stops, still mixing his masa, and then amends without prompting, "Korean barbecue. Uh, Korea is also in Asia, so: chopsticks. It's, like, this peninsula to the east? North-east? of China. We'd eat at the restaurant a bunch on days when mom was too tired to cook. It was a family-run place and the grandma took it upon herself to make sure I knew how to use chopsticks."

[sagramore]

It's all mixing over here, alternating dry and wet ingredients into the whipped lard. "You've lived a fascinating life."

[lightbearinglord]

A peninsula to the northeast. Lan Wangji thinks Magnus must be referring to Samhan, but he was unaware that they had such renowned barbecue. He supposes he must be grateful that someone from that region taught Magnus to eat properly. He coaxes the heat up a little to convince the contents of this pot to return to a simmer.

[summerdude]

"I think it was pretty normal," Magnus tells Sagramore, and then -- briefly forgetting his audience -- jokes, "I have died a pretty interesting death, though."

[sagramore]

Sagramore manages to restrain himself from saying anything, but he grimaces.

[lightbearinglord]

"Magnus," Lan Wangji says quietly. It is the kind of quiet that once made all of his students snap their attention to him at once, a quiet considerably more effective than raising his voice. It's not a reprimand, only a reminder.

[summerdude]

"...sorry, Hanguang-jun," Magnus says, immediately recalcitrant, and very bravely doesn't start to argue that it's true, though.

[sagramore]

Magnus isn't his child, and he's nearly old enough to be Gareth, Sagramore reminds himself sternly. It's not his place to fuss about Magnus' life or his death. He focuses on the tamale mixture instead.

[lightbearinglord]

It is true, which is what makes it a painful reminder. It would be impossible to winnow Lan Wangji's objections down into succinct words, especially in front of Sagramore, a friend with whom he has only just begun to share a few small parts of himself, and Magnus, who sees him as a figure of parental authority. He walked away, once, handed himself over for punishment trusting that Wei Ying would survive the way he impossibly survived everything, and he was wrong. If he had come to the Burial Mounds even a day or two later, A-Yuan would not have survived, and instead of a living, wailing reminder of Wei Ying and the Wen remnants, he would have found the cold body of a lonely orphan.

Magnus is neither of them, and they are both alive now. Lan Wangji has a talent for seeing their ghosts regardless. If Magnus had lived, doubtless they would not be here now, making tamales in the kitchen, and yet the injustice of his death rankles anyway.

He takes a careful breath as he steps away from the stove to begin peeling the blackened skins from the peppers. "There is no need to be sorry." Perhaps he overstepped. He only wants Magnus to know that his death is not a trivial matter to him.

[summerdude]

Wow, Magnus feels really bad now! Hanguang-jun looks sad, and Sagramore seems to be focusing really hard on that masa. "I'll stop joking about being dead," he promises...

..."even though it's, like, fine. I'm fine, and it's not like I didn't choose this." He says it earnestly; he doesn't want them to worry about him.

[sagramore]

A very faint frown. "Nuszka-- what do you mean, you chose it?"

[lightbearinglord]

As ever, Lan Wangji has done his best to remember everything that Magnus has ever told him¹, so this is not a surprise to him. He glances at Magnus as he discards a piece of pepper skin. "You chose Valhalla."

¹Accidental gaslighting earlier in this thread notwithstanding. Someone meddled on that one.

[summerdude]

"Yeah," with a nod to Lan Wangji. To Sagramore, he says, "Odin -- that's the All-Father, he's, like, the boss of all the gods and the guy in charge of my section of the afterlife -- he gave me a choice as a reward for stopping one of Loki's plans to kick-start Ragnarok. I could stay one of his einherji in Valhalla, or I could be transferred over to become one of my aunt's army of the glorious dead in Folkvanger, or he could make me alive again. Send me back to Earth, give me my old body back, the whole nine yards. I chose to stay."