Terrible puns are the best puns, doesn't he know that? It's one of those great paradoxes of humor, like how people hate dad jokes but laugh at them when they're memes. Besides, nobody can really account for taste.

Verity's gaze drops to the key, too. She's obviously very curious about it, but there's no sign she wants to touch it. One of those little gestures, no leaning closer. She is, in fact, very happy staying away from it. There's trust issues between her and magic items. You know how it is: someone who gets bitten by a dog as a little kid might never trust dogs.

"I don't know." It's the best answer she can give, even after a few minutes of thinking about it. "Hope it never falls into the wrong hands. It sounds dangerous." Alas, that's the Willis way: lock away the powerful artifacts and try to keep them out of the wrong hands. Certainly, never use them, not under any circumstances. Never talk about it, never tell anyone the whole truth, and never think about how it's ruining the family. Well. It's not much of a family if she's all that's left.

"What did you make it for?"