[There are two things a person can do if they are caught in a lie. The first is to own up to their bullshit, and actually be honest for once in their goddamn life.

Magnus opts for the second: doubling down on some wack assed monkey business that can't even be called the most ridiculous thing he's ever tried to convince someone of. He folds his arms and narrows his eyes. He doesn't even have to fake how offended he is. He is offended. How dare Lucretia not just blindly do whatever he says?]

Well, excuse me, Madam. I'm sorry my cake knowledge is too avant-garde for you. I'm really trying to help you here, and what is the thanks I get? Namecalling. Shame on you, Lucretia, shame on you for not taking the chance to save yourself in this competition. I guess you're fine with coming in last place.

[He gives a little hmph.]

Fine! I won't help you, since obviously my generosity isn't going to be appreciated anytime soon. [The second Lucretia starts to say something in return, he cuts her off loudly.] Ah-ah-ah! Nope! Nooope! Don't bother asking for forgiveness. It's too late. The damage is done.