“What do you have,” he said, realizing that she

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This is related to the events of chapter 5 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48424666/chapters/123881074, which is live now. This version is much funnier than the written one.

“What do you have,” he said, realizing that she had brought him a stick. But it wasn’t a– He fumbled for a tennis ball, and she saw it and leapt in delight, then dropped the neon-bright thing in her mouth. He tossed the ball, not far at all, and picked up the thing she’d dropped. It was an arrow. Like– an archery arrow. It had a blunt head, plastic, brightly-colored, but it wasn’t a toy. That was real fletching. It had come from a real bow. “What the fuck,” he said. She was back, with the tennis ball, and her eyes were locked on the arrow; she clearly expected him to throw it for her. “I don’t have a bow,” he said, bewildered. (Your picture was not posted)