Donnie nod-nods, munching on another nugget. He shoves the rest of it into his mouth so he can use both hands to pick up the staff from the chair beside him, holding it over the table. Or doing his best to, anyway. It's still awkward for him to handle for its length even if it is fairly light, and hopefully he doesn't end up hitting Accelerator in the face with it in his effort to hand it back over to him, chicken fingerprints and all.

"When you gave me this," he says, looking proud of his deductive skills.