'Wrong on both counts!' said Tess briskly. She stood up and grabbed it. Daniel gasped. She gave it a tug; Daniel yelped, and drew closer. 'Ah, so it is attached to you. You shall have to accept responsibility for the making of it, then; can't blame the lasses for everything. And as for pretty – ' she relaxed her grip, and let it rest on the palm of her hand, and gave it a good look. 'You've never seen a nasty one, have you?'