"I can't tell if that was cute or cree--holy crap," Magnus breathes, as he pushes open the door right across the hall. "Dude. We gotta prop this one open."

Just through the doorway is a playground. One of those really cool ones he used to love as a kid, with enormous playsets with lots of levels and bridges and monkey bars and a mini climbing wall, stacked tires to wriggle up and clamber over, a jungle gym, and swings. There's a sandbox and a see-saw and a tetherball set with the ball actually attached. It's all adult-sized, not kid-sized. Magnus grabs Galahad's hand and pulls him out onto the mulch.