That thing.

She feels very sorely temped to throw it at his head - see how he'd like it. Miserable bit of glitter. He's welcome to it - completely and utterly useless, as far as she's concerned.

She arcs her eyebrow for a moment anyhow, blankly inquisitive before sky-blue eyes narrow into a heated glare, "Well then, ask me for it and I can have done with the stupid thing."