[ It's clear that Allison is proud of herself - it might not have been hard, but Dean's impressed, and there's always been just a little bit of pride in her work. Recognition is always nice, after all. With a pleased grin she shrugs, gestures like she's about to line up for another shot and then just smirks. ]
Oh, I think that might be pushing it a little. [ Laughing quietly, she shifts her weight a little and holds the handle on the crossbow with both of her hands.
And she's about to answer his question on competing when Dean adds hunting on there too, and she hesitates. It's not for long, but she stops with her mouth slightly open like she's been caught out, shakes her head and gives a slightly embarrassed smile. ]
I used to. [ Smooth, Allison. Real smooth. That confidence has wiped itself quite quickly, and she looks back to the target on the tree instead. Targets on trees can't tell when she's (badly) lying, okay? ] Compete that is, not hunt. Nationally.
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Oh, I think that might be pushing it a little. [ Laughing quietly, she shifts her weight a little and holds the handle on the crossbow with both of her hands.
And she's about to answer his question on competing when Dean adds hunting on there too, and she hesitates. It's not for long, but she stops with her mouth slightly open like she's been caught out, shakes her head and gives a slightly embarrassed smile. ]
I used to. [ Smooth, Allison. Real smooth. That confidence has wiped itself quite quickly, and she looks back to the target on the tree instead. Targets on trees can't tell when she's (badly) lying, okay? ] Compete that is, not hunt. Nationally.