You took out the last $20 dollars of the $180 you needed to pay off this gun you’d bought for Arthur’s birthday.

“Here y’are now, sir.” The gunsmith placed a gun wrapped in a light leather out on the counter, unfolding for you to have a look.

You nodded and smiled, knowing Arthur would like this. You walked out to him with the gun - wrapped up - in your hands, as he’d been waiting outside the gunsmith.

“What’s this?” Arthur asked, curiously tilting his head as he stood up.