"Look at me, kid. You hold your bow like this, alright?" Oliver sighs and shows you the right way to hold your bow by holding his own. He doesn't know why you requested him to teach you archery as your birthday present, you are a kid, you should want toys. Yet, he shouldn't be surprised, you're his kid.

"Don't sulk, you can do it. You're my kid, remember?" Oliver nudges your shoulder gently as you scowl and make a mistake again.