Brett is a genius at making sure to clean the gun thoroughly to avoid mishaps. You put some ammo in a roomy pocket and practice aiming at a false target.
Brett watches. "You're making progress," she notes.
"Thanks. I had a good teacher."
The two of you pause for a lingering kiss, a kind of kiss to get a room. But hey, the great Cretaceous desert is your room. Also, the easy camaraderie between the two of you is what makes it possible to face the challenges of the Cretaceous.
"Are you ready to look for more dinosaurs?" you ask.
The prospect brings a smile to your friend's face. "Ever."
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