[She's fighting down the urge to laugh while she watches Jester play some weird fantasy baseball with this lollipop and a bunch of misappropriated squiggles. Objectively, though, this is funny. Her shoulders shake as she tries to hold it in, but her wide grin is proof she's not trying super hard.]

Man, I dunno, maybe not. I don't really do the, uh, bladed thing? I can get one off you though.

[She heads over, staff in hand, whacking some scribbles left and right like she's sweeping the floor in front of her.]

So what is this other than the start to a super suggestive romance novel or something?