Juliet walked leisurely into the Psych office, prepared for a nice, quiet, romantic lunch with Shawn. A small, rubber disc hitting her in the face as she walked through into the doorway, was not quite what Juliet had in mind. "Shawn, what in the Hell?..."

"Jules!" Her boyfriend's face popped up from behind the couch, before ducking down as Gus shot at him. "You ready for lunch?" he asked, as he appeared again.

"Um... are you guys playing with nerf guns?" Juliet snorted.

"We're not playing." Gus corrected.

"We're practicing shootouts." Shawn said.

"You don't get guns." Jules pointed out.

"We could." Her boyfriend argued.

"You won't."

After a brief moment of silence, Gus offered an orange toy gun to Juliet. "Want to join?"

She felt a smile tug at her lips as Juliet took it. "I hope you boys don't mind getting your asses kicked."

"You can play with my ass anytime." Shawn said, and Jules ignored him.

She had to admit, shooting Shawn in the chest, dramatically watching him "die", and exchanging their "last" kisses and 'I love you's was in it's own way more romantic than lunch would have been.