She saw the item on his desk, and picked it up. It was brightly colored like a toy, and she turned it over to see whether there was some lever that opened it. When he came back into the room, she saw his face turn white as he grabbed it from her hand. “Don’t fool with that. It’s dangerous.”
Anything can be a plaything. A stick is a marvelous thing: sword, wand, spoon, part of a tent, part of a campfire, a paintbrush, a pencil…
She saw the item on his desk, and picked it up. It was brightly colored like a toy, and she turned it over to see whether there was some lever that opened it. When he came back into the room, she saw his face turn white as he grabbed it from her hand. “Don’t fool with that. It’s dangerous.”