Magnus, that's the roommate code, you have to listen while anybody bangs anybody. It'll be like, quiet, but not quiet enough, and you'll know. You'll just know.

[He follows Magnus out, collapsing the pocket spa once they're outside and stuffing it back into his bag. There's still a bunch of that shitty alcohol in there, but he'll deal with it later.]

Mostly it just means I can see you in the living room so you don't, uh, choke on a nail or something unsupervised. Also keeps the air flow choice so you don't clog everything up when you're making smoked meats and stuff.

[Priorities!]