[She does groan faintly in something very much like exasperation.]
Seriously? Come on, guy.
[She sets her arrow aside for now, and reaches for the tinfoil wrapped remainder of the bird, which she holds out towards him. Olive branch, and all. How has this dude survived this long on his own, tho. Well, she's pretty sure she knows the answer to that question, but still.]
Here. We can call it payment for you teaching me how not to fail entirely at making arrows. Deal?
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Seriously? Come on, guy.
[She sets her arrow aside for now, and reaches for the tinfoil wrapped remainder of the bird, which she holds out towards him. Olive branch, and all. How has this dude survived this long on his own, tho. Well, she's pretty sure she knows the answer to that question, but still.]
Here. We can call it payment for you teaching me how not to fail entirely at making arrows. Deal?