Thomas looked up as I reached the door. "Where you headed?"
"The range," I said, holding up my gun. Or, more accurately, my portable cannon. I liked them big, and I didn't apologize for it. "Gonna get some practice in."
"Ah," he said, and went back to reading.
I tilted my head and said dryly, "Say, you could, oh, I don't know, practice shooting too."
His mouth quirked up a little. "I don't need to, actually. I leave that to you puny mortals."
I snorted, and as I walked out the topmost thought on my mind was So not fair.