"Spring?" Magnus asks Galahad, fascinated. It's not necessarily the sign he would have picked, but he likes it. It feels fitting, in a way. Then, looking looking between Shen Yuan's hands in Galahad's hair and Galahad's hands signing, something occurs to him. "Wait, what if I did Galahad's hair? I mean, obviously you can, too, but Galahad can teach you the basics -- if you want, Galahad, obviously -- and it's probably better if you can practice right back instead of having your hands busy."