"Can't make swords but that...maybe..." she says, leaning in and squinting at his tablet. It's a big club, and maybe she's got something like that up her sleeve. Sticking her hand out, she produces a baseball bat, then puts it away, reaches out again and produces a mallet, shakes her head and puts it away. On the third try, she produces a moblin club.

Giving it an experimental swing, she raises her eyebrows, eyes wide.

"Nice balance. Here ya go."

And with that, she hands it over.