"It takes a lot to surprise me Greg, I've been around and done some things." she hops up onto a clear space on his desk and swings her legs. She's pretty much her normal cheerful self, though it could be obvious that she's a tad subdued.

"Plus? These two are perfect for use with the techniques in the books I dropped off. 'Cause I won't be able to keep an eye on you, and everybody knows that a handsome fellow with a motorcycle is to trouble what bees are to honey... Or is that the other way around?" she thought about that for a moment.

"Anyway, they're made from a very rare hard wood, which you can only get in deepest darkest Africa... the wood of this tree is sooo strong, that it can only be felled when it's struck by lightening. And then it can only be carved by the strongest men of the tribe, using tools made of diamonds, and only by the light of the full moon. It has to be by the light of the full moon, or the spirit of the tree will be angry and the wood will turn to much in their hands. Don't ask me what the tree is called, 'cause I was sworn to secrecy... And also? I can't pronounce it."



[ooc: reposting to change "swings his legs" to "swings her legs" cause... ya know... swinging other people's legs is rude... Even for Pippi.