"Gods like to take advantage," Magnus says, with an angry jolt of summer directed at the chickpeas. They start sprouting, and he withdraws his power immediately. "And make things complicated, and give you quests, and tell you the world will end if you fail, and then you hustle to take care of it so the world doesn't end, and then at the end they're like, whoops! Turns out I could have solved 70% of all the problems I just gave you if I just bothered thinking about anyone else for a hot second." He takes one of the sprouted chickpeas out and squeezes it. It smushes the way he thinks it probably should? Hey presto, shortcut! "Plus he's the god of prophecy, which means he's categorically the worst."