The grip was patterned and rough, like a metal file would be, and the rest of it was smooth. It shined and reflected very well. He took it back with a smile and set it aside, "Been known t'brain myself wit' it from time t'time, oui. Part of learnin' is to learn not to do somet'in'."
He looked up, offering a seat once the staff was back through his belt. "Non, she got ot'er powers. She can phase into a backstage sort of world beyond ours. It's how she gets from here t't'ere wit'out needin' to drive or walk too far. She also can manipulate h'own particles, becomin' more or less dense. Hard t'splain, true 'nough, but she got her mama's brains an' h'papa's eyes. Got her papa's charm too, but again t'at's prolly somet'in' to do wit' our ot'er blood."