"Oh, quarterstaff. Yes, he's good." Joan smirked. "There's marching, and then there's marching." She gestured that Brook should follow her as she walked to check how the refreshments were going in their preparations. "But then I have not always fit the role society carved out for me either. How long have you been in this place? Tuck talks of his daughter often, but I have not heard him mention a niece before."