She walked back over, hands on her hips. "Does this look like Auradon to you?" Well actually it did, but shut up. "Because it's not. I tried the whole being a good little girl thing, didn't work. So I'm accepting who I am now. Mal. Daughter of Maleficent, Mistress of ****. But if it bothers you so much..." her eyes flashed as she bent, picked up the stick, and tucked it in his lapel pocket. wet side up. Even gave it a little pat. "There you go."