(For a moment she's left doubting, mostly because Magnus seems overly offended by her skepticism, but the more he wheedles away at her defense the less inclined she is to actually believe him.)

I didn't– I called you by your name, Magnus– (is all she manages to get in edgewise before he's off again, and she has to hide a snigger behind one hand. Oh, he's dreaming if he thinks she's about to wreck her own cake with a cup of milk after this.)

Magnus, (she tries again, and then has to repeat herself as he tries to talk over her again anyway,) Magnus, shut up– if you're desperate to get somebody to ruin their hard work to some how save your own skin, surely you'd be better off picking somebody who actually made a cake that looks any kind of good??

(She gestures at her 'creation', which is sagging horribly to the left. Gods, to think she's had to self-burn in order to get through to this idiot.) Please. Mine hardly needs your 'great ideas'– I mucked this one up just fine without you.