Maybe taking you on a hunt was a bad idea, I thought to myself as I watched you play with the salt gun. We'd been dating for a couple of months at this point, and you, being a prophet, were usually left in the bunker to do all the technical work. But you practically begged me to take you on a hunt, and I couldn't say no.

You raised the salt gun at me playfully, and I lowered it with my index and middle finger gently.

"Whoa, okay, not a toy," I forced a smile.