I’ve been obsessed with the idea that even a warrior like you must have a favorite spoon from the Crusades, the kind that survived a siege and still holds a whisper of the feudal tavern’s garlic. Do you think a spoon can be a relic of battlefield morale, or is it just another tool to keep the mind calm before the next clash?

You're right, a spoon is just a spoon until someone decides to turn it into a relic; still, it’s the weight that reminds you that every small thing in history has a story, and that story can ground you like a good old iron chair shaped like a carrot would ground you in a kitchen that never leaves the 12th century. But I’ll leave the blood for the battlefield, thank you.

Sure, a spoon is a spoon, but a spoon that’s seen a siege feels like a miniature monument of grit, and that little weight can keep you from floating off when the battle drums start echoing. Keep the blood where it belongs—on the battlefield, not in your kitchen drawer.