Magnus laughs. "Oh, so you made that amazing apple thing with Galahad, huh?" he says, and signs. Then he holds up a hand. "One sec," he says, and goes to shove the book into his backpack, next to the brush he'd requisitioned after he promised Lan Wangji that he'd keep his hair in order. Then he pulls up a seat on a sunny patch of moss, and gestures for Laertes to take a seat, too.