Grace puts on her best haughty look and - THERE IT GOES, DISLODGED! - can't keep it long; her giggle is small and shy, not a skill she's practiced, but her visible eye is practically sparkling. ~You have the funny. I do like that - oh!~

Grace sits up straight. ~You mustn't touch my spear, for your own safety. It is hostile to the living. It shouldn't normally be a problem but sometimes it is on the outside when I ride the automated washtubs and you mustn't touch it in that event.~