Never let it be said that Magnus befriended Peter purely by virtue of proximity and nothing else. He shuddered in time with Peter at that unnecessary piece of information about Slim Jims and vowed never to let one pace over his door step again.

Funny, really, as Magnus had no expiration date, but he felt allowed to judge food items by different standards. Even if Magnus himself was delicious.

"Well, excuse me," he said playfully. "I wouldn't want to upset the delicate balance of your life." Even though it was obviously a joke, the idea that Magnus had already ingrained himself into Peter's life made him smile. Too often, between the once-a-decade friends that mattered, there were people who took him for granted. People who wanted Magnus only for his magic or his showiness or both, who wanted him beside them and not the other way around. Even after several centuries, they could still surprise Magnus with their carelessness. Not Peter. He was genuine and transparent, to an extent, and Magnus let the joking comment touch him.

"Next day you have off work, maybe I'll bust out the big guns. Grilled cheese." He let that offering sit for a moment, gave it the proper respect of two seconds of silence. "If you're lucky, I'll open a can of tomato soup, too. But this reminds me: I have to grill you on your classics education."

He wet his tongue with a quick sip of wine. "Gone with the Wind? Yes or no?"