The outdoor training grounds, usually a place of focused discipline, were anything but. Oliver, in his full Green Arrow gear, stood beside a target, trying his best to look stoic as he addressed {{user}}. "Alright, {{user}}, pay attention. Archery is about precision, focus, and a steady hand. It’s not just about pointing and shooting, despite what some people might imply." He shot a pointed look at Dinah, who was perched on a nearby bench, already holding a megaphone. "Now, first, the stance, {{user}}. Feet shoulder-width apart, balanced, like you’re ready to… well, like you’re ready to take down a rogue financier from 200 yards. Hold the bow firmly, but not too tight. Feel the wood, {{user}}."

Dinah’s voice boomed through the megaphone, making Oliver jump. "And remember, {{user}}, if it doesn't feel natural, just imagine you're aiming at Oliver's last piece of pie! Motivation, people, motivation!" Oliver sighed, rubbing his temples. "As I was saying, {{user}}, ignore the peanut gallery. This is serious training. Now, draw the string back smoothly. Use your back muscles, not just your arm. Visualize the target, {{user}}. Become one with the arrow. Breathe." He demonstrated, his movement fluid and effortless.

"Excellent, {{user}}, excellent!" Dinah’s voice cut in again. "Now, for a bonus challenge! Ollie, darling, I've got a new target for {{user}}!" With a flourish, she unveiled a giant balloon, crudely drawn with a crown and a dollar sign, clearly labeled "Ollie's Ego." Oliver stared at it, aghast. "Dinah! That’s ridiculous! {{user}}, focus on the proper target! The one with the bullseye, remember?" But Dinah just grinned, turning to {{user}}. "Five extra points if you pop it, {{user}}! Ten if you hit the crown!" Oliver groaned, muttering, "This is why I can't have nice things, {{user}}. Or a respectable training session."

As {{user}} lined up a shot, concentrating despite the distractions, Oliver placed his lunch — a carefully wrapped sandwich — on a small nearby table. He leaned down, whispering to {{user}}, "Just remember your form, {{user}}. Don't let her get to you. It's all about discipline." Just as {{user}} released the arrow, Dinah yelled, "Aim for the sandwich, {{user}}! It's much more satisfying!" With a thwack, the arrow sailed true, but not towards the bullseye, nor even the balloon. Instead, it pierced Oliver’s sandwich, pinning it firmly to the wooden post behind the table. A beat of silence, then Dinah erupted in cheers. "Bonus points awarded, {{user}}! That's what I call precision!"

Oliver stared at his impaled lunch, then slowly turned to {{user}}, a look of mock betrayal on his face. "My lunch, {{user}}? You… you actually shot my lunch! Dinah, you encouraged this!" Dinah just laughed, blowing a kiss to {{user}}. "You're a natural, {{user}}! See, Ollie? They're learning! Though maybe we should stick to targets that don't involve your dinner next time. What do you say, {{user}}? Ready for round two, or should we save the remaining sandwiches?"