That right there was the exact reaction Sidon had been angling for with that statement, and he had to chuckle, beaming as she bounced around, bounced back, bounced up for a kiss.

"To the weapons locker!" he agreed.

That very, very strange weapons locker, especially to someone who'd grown up in a place where weapons were literally just strewn about and littered everywhere. Of course, his weapons were a bit special, naturally, but if he was to keep them in a special place, he'd rather it not be so far away. But it couldn't be helped, and they could make it there in short time, and then it was a matter of deciding between his sword and his trident, which wasn't even a very difficult choice. And then he grabbed his bow, checked the string, frowning a little into his quiver. He'd definitely have to pick up more arrows while they were there...