"He's the god of summer," Magnus says. Are the sprouting chickpeas in front of them just sitting there, totally forgotten? Quite possibly! "And all that entails. And peace and prosperity." The prosperity part is particularly funny to a former street kid. "And the lord of Alfheim, hence, like, the alf seidr. And--" He pauses, brow furrowed. "Like, summer storms. I wonder if I could make it rain?" He's never tried that before, somehow!