"Of course she is...I think yours is actually a lot more grandiose," Neal chuckled, though the Roger he knew in his dreams had the advantage of being made from enchanted wood. Which was a big deal. He wasn't sure what this Jolly Roger was made from, but she was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.
As for the trepidation, well. "Be right back," Neal called over his shoulder, darting off to where he'd stashed the goods. Besides the promises of getting stoned, he brought something extra too. Then he returned, hand behind his back until he held out the sword for James to take.
A sleek, silvery steel blade, with a guard styled to resemble angel wings, and the pommel was studded with black onyx and pieces of amber. "This was mine," he explained, dark eyes sort of bashful as he glanced downward. "The, uh, dream fairy brought it. But the Roger was where I learned to swordfight and so I wanted you to have it here. Like a piece of my dreamworld too."