He was playing around with the spear, getting used to the feeling of it in his hand when Solomon spoke, and with an oops face he tried to pretend he wasn't turning red. But the spear didn't disappear when he was distracted, so he thought that should be considered an improvement.

"Right. Uh." He looked at the spear, shaking his hand to make it disappear in a puff of smoke. Then he looked at his other hand and frowned. 'A chair...' he muttered, trying to remember a particular chair that meant something to him. He discarded camp right away since they usually ate lying down, but if he thought further back...

Suddenly a very old-looking but cared for chair appeared, and he grinned. "There. That was Grandma Zhang's office chair, and I used to sneak in and sit on it all the time when I was little. Made me feel like one of the big boys."