...Was she angry? She seemed angry. He stood uncertainly, poised in preparation to cover his head just in case she started throwing things at him again. But too his relief, she sighed and relaxed, and the tension in his legs and arms faded.

Now that they were discussing battle strategy, he felt a bit more at ease. "Of course," he nodded. "Right now there isn't much. I know if someone's on a list that marks them as naughty or nice, and I can shrink myself down to fit into small places. I'm not sure spreading joy and storing an infinite number of items into one bag will help much on the battlefield, however. I've still got my paladin job, so wielding a sword remains my primary means of offense."