When it came to preparing food, as opposed to getting takeout, Magnus went the slow way around. He preferred to actually cook the meals rather than magic them into being or into being ready. Summoning a package of quality fish sticks was one thing, but he had to place them on the baking sheet and put them into the oven, because that was the only way to do it.

The kitten struggled to follow Saoirse, but getting onto the couch was too much of a challenge for him at the moment. He mewed a pitiful little mew, but Magnus scooped him up as he rejoined the group in the living room. After depositing the cat on the couch next to Saoirse, he settled himself in an arm chair just across from her.

"So, bit, here's the thing. I think you need a place to stay, at least for the night, am I right?"