She takes the spear, apparently half-listening to him, as she hefts it, and checks the balance. Right before he finishes, she chucks it as hard as she can, across the pool. It sticks, quivering, into the far wall, almost two hundred feet away, before, in a flash of blue light, returning to her hand. "Mmm, very nice," she says, approvingly. "Do you put this much care into<em>everything</em>you do?" she asks, in an almost-innocent tone of voice.