She chose to ignore the snide comment, a smile starting to form across her lips instead, as a canine poked out from hiding.

"We'll take this with us," Midna announced happily, nodding towards the weapon, then jumping backwards in the air, back onto her place between his antlers. "I'm sure it will come in handy somehow."

And it was probably heavy. So here she is, settling back into a comfortable spot in his mane of hair, and leaning her head on an upturned palm, waiting for him to take it. "Well? The longer we take the more that stew is probably getting cold. Or eaten. Eee hee..."