Looked like the island was back on its bullshit. But that wouldn't stop class from... classing. Yeah.

"Oh. Oh, there's been a mistake," Magnus said immediately.

"Turns out the listing for these cast-your-own weapon kits was being poetic." Which was why poetry was more trouble than it was worth.

"Next time we'll save the flowery stuff for the DM," Magnus promised the class. "Next session? I think this is our last one for this class? Maybe?"

Cara shrugged. "These'll still be useful for you, even if you just hit things with them." Mord'Sith, people. "We'll try to avoid scandalising Magnus next workshop." Hahahahaha. Ha.

"I'm not scandalized." He was a little scandalized. "They're definitely not the baseball bats we tried to order. Well. Some are about the size of a bat."

"Some people's eyes are bigger than their stomachs." Cara was far too amused by all this.

"Oh, and it's covered in glitter too!" Magnus added. "That's not hygienic at all."

"Or comfortable." Cara clapped her hands together. "Time to get your hands on your own weapons." Cara, no.

"A good, firm grip." Look, Magnus couldn't resist a goof.

"Firm, yet supple, you wouldn't want to sprain something." CARA, NO.