Gotta admit, I'm not all that used to the 'poking back' part. I'd prefer it didn't, personally. [ As long as that was all it was going to do, though; he glances down at where he's pretty sure the stick landed, frowning. If it could roast a twig in under five seconds, it was probably for the best that he move another step or two back, as he reminded himself. He takes one just to be safe, and doesn't budge an inch more than that. ]

That's exactly why I didn't just touch it directly, though-- knew it'd be a bad idea. [ Not as awful as he'd anticipated, fortunately enough! Things worked out sometimes. ] It's weird, right? Can't make heads or tails of what it's doing, but it's definitely something.