[Hadn't she just said she was Taako's sister? Not being able to hear the static that fills Magnus' head at any mention of the specifics that Lucretia fed to the Voidfish, Lup couldn't possibly have any clue that her words weren't connecting. She pouts a little, some of that ridiculous self-confidence dimming, but her shoulders stay squared, not backing down.]

Yeah, we're related. [A beat.] Closely related. We don't look identical for no reason. [Maybe that helps put it into perspective? Probably not, but she's trying.

Also, math is stupid! Known fact!]

I told you it sounds like a lie, but it's real. You may not know me, but I know you, Magnus Burnsides. I know about your love of dogs and wooden ducks and weird jellyfishes. And how you always end up rushing in without thinking and it maybe works half the time. And I know all about that giant, sappy heart of yours that's telling you to listen to the crazy elf making zero sense in front of you. I don't know why you can't remember me or why none of this is making sense to you, but I'm going to fix this.