LaRee longingly watched from afar as Pilor prepped more quivers and carefully selected his preferred types of arrows from his duffel bags.
At the same time, Queenie spotted the young duo and scooted down the caution tape to get closer.
"What you young guns up to? Begging to join in the fun, I guess?"
All smiles, Ayse nodded. "Yeah, but Ree got turned down, even with the new carrying case your husband gifted him."
"It's just protocol. That's all there is to it," Queenie remarked with an obvious shrug.
"Don't take it personally, kid. My hubby thinks you're a great shot, and that's more than enough to convince me. But that won't do diddly squat to convince corporate hires to let a no-name archer join a code purple threat."
LaRee looked up to her with a tilted, quizzical expression.
"How can a color be threatening?"
While Ayse facepalmed, Queenie laughed and repeatedly smacked the young archer on the back.
