"Is that Sunny I hear?" Magnus calls. He's perched on a tree limb at the far edge of camp, reading -- comics, this time, so he can refresh his memory enough to make decent feminist recommendations to Tally -- and he lets himself fall back so that he's swinging upside down by his knees in a sort of whole-body peekaboo. From upside-down, with delight, he sees -- "and Galahad?! This is my lucky day. Sup?"