Lunch-Thursday

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Comments

[forgottenpants]

"His weapon of choice?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Ah!" Gwynn nodded. "Yes, your weapon of choice is very important to have with you."

[forgottenpants]

"Unfortunately, the school's administration and I do not see eye to eye on this matter."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn smiled. "They didn't see eye to eye with me on it, either."

[forgottenpants]

"You carry a weapon?" Pete's eyes, now properly affixed on Gwynn's face, brightened considerably.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn nodded. "I am excellent with a sword and back home, only my father has ever bested me with a bow."

[forgottenpants]

"Like the indians use? You are truly a lady after my own heart. Ever try a crossbow?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what an Indian is, but I was starting to learn how to use a crossbow from Miho over the summer and decided that I really must get one."

[forgottenpants]

"They are delightful pieces of weaponry, though I admit to being partial to the six-shooter, or a rifle."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"What's a rifle?"

[forgottenpants]

"A really long gun."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"You should show me sometime."

[forgottenpants]

"You can count on that, Darlin'."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn smiled at him. "Looking forward to it."