“Officer Hobsmythe, in your report, you state you subdued the… irate hobgoblin with a binding spell.”
“Yessir.”
“… You reported your service wand damaged beyond use after the incident last weekend.”
“… Yessir.”
“So, if you don’t mind my asking…”
“I improvised. Sir.”
“You improvised. A wand.”
“Yessir.”
“And that… Worked.”
“Yessir. Fairly well, actually.”
“Did the… Improvised device… Survive?”
“Yessir. I have it right…”
“Officer Hobsmythe.”
“Yessir.”
“That’s a pink, plastic…”
“Chopstick, sir.”
“Chopstick. With some kind of toy -”
“Shopkin, sir. A cabbage, I think.”
“- shopkin. Stuck to the end.”
“Yessir.”
“For pity’s sake WHY?”
“Needed a way to make the wand ‘notable and unique’, sir, per crafting guidelines, and it’s what I had to hand.”
“How -”
“My niece, sir. She’s mad for the things. I still had one in my pocket from babysitting last week.”