Magnus, still perched lazily at the edge of the platform, finished the last bite of his cookie with the enthusiasm of someone savoring the last joy in life. His head tilted back slightly, and he closed his eyes in an exaggerated show of culinary satisfaction.
As he stood up, he stretched dramatically, his joints cracking audibly. Then, in his booming voice, he asked the most pressing question on his mind:
"Alright, who here has another cookie? Don't be stingy now; your instructor's gotta stay fueled if you want me in top teaching shape."
The students collectively groaned, many rolling their eyes. One brave soul—Luke—raised his hand hesitantly.
"I have a granola bar?" Luke offered weakly.
Magnus turned to him, his eyes narrowing. "Granola bar? What am I, a squirrel? Keep your rabbit food, Spiky. I asked for a cookie, not a dirt clump."
Luke slumped back, muttering, "It's healthy..."
