[Well. Since her hands are right there, Luke will just take the opportunity to cover one of hers with his own. It's... nice, knowing that she likes it as much as he does - he had reacted that same way the first time he played it in his room.]

The only thing of mine that showed up was my sword. [He tilts his head to the dresser drawers, where one sword rests against the side of it. On the other side of it, a few feet away from it and by the wall, are other swords, most of them quite fancy looking.] It's nothing special, though... I kind of wish more stuff of mine arrived.

[...] Do you want anything from your world?