Fresh.


She smirks in answer, giving him a slow head shake she figures he's got to be used to by now.

"Yeah. Except they tend t'be literal fireworks with me."

The fact he's shown no particular affinity toward guns is actually a high mark in his favor. She's got enough aching memories in her meat to last a lifetime.

"Y'wanna try a canter before we get back?"

She inclines her chin toward the stables now that they've swung back into view, and bites her lip to rein in her grin.