Hetty had brought her crossbow out of her area of the armory so she could clean it when Granger walked in.

'Cleaning that old thing, I see.' He said.

'I always clean my weapons at some point, Owen. Even when I haven't used them in a while.' Hetty smoothly replied.

'I can't even remember the last time you even used that thing. Must have been years ago.'

'I used it for hunting for a while. Also, there's that old inscription: ' To HL, a true warrior, OG.'

'Nice to see that inscription is still there.' Granger said.

'Why wouldn't it be? You used something that sticks forever. I'm still amazed that you would buy me something like this for my birthday when we barely knew each other!' Hetty replied.

'Actually, it had been close to 2 years. And I had asked someone what type of person you were like, and he said that you were the warrior type, and recommended a weapon.'

Smiling. 'I think I know who you talked to, and that was very sweet of you. And it was very nice of you to get me something like this. Even back then, you understood an important part of me that not many did.'

'You suggesting that, maybe we were meant to be?' Granger asked.

'Mmm, maybe? Or you know, you were just being a great friend.' Hetty replied. Then she winked.

'And I still am.' He muttered.