She took the blade in her hand, running her fingers over the decorations. Pretty showy, the kind of thing George would hate to see her with. It begged to be stolen. She weighed it in one hand and flipped it into the air, letting it drop to the ground rather than cut her hand when it spun out of control.

"I'll need something a little better than that if you want it to be used and not put on display for the rest of its life," she commented, picking it up from the floor and handing it back to him, one eyebrow raised. He had much better wares to offer than this.