"I bet you do." Magnus surveys the clean-up job, which is pretty decent, and the sad piles of falafel recipes spread across the countertops that exist now as a monument to his failure. He's a little bummed that they didn't turn out? But he also has, bizarrely, been having a great time despite the epic mush they produced.

Grudgingly -- so very grudgingly that it might seem as if the tone is thoroughly put upon -- Magnus grumbles, "Thanks. By the way."