Right. Closing his eyes and pointing has never served Magnus poorly before, except maybe every single time he's done it in recent memory, so he closes his eyes and points.

The recipe he lands on is one that uses a bunch of cans, with flour as a binder, and only a few spices. He squints at it suspiciously for a moment -- something seems off about something there -- and then shrugs. Time to do like Ms. Frizzle and take chances, make mistakes, and get messy.