Gun Shooting Practice Session [Closed]

Liseran waited patiently at the shooting range, not really familiar with the setup and terribly nervous. She held Briar Rose in one hand, still trying to get the feel of holding the silver rapier with the floral pattern in its gun form. She had never liked guns, never used them. They were too loud, too sudden and they needed the accuracy Liseran never really had innately.

"Well, that is what practice is for," Liseran said as she looked at the basket of pastries at her side. I hope Hunter likes raspberry tarts."

Hunter walked out of the nearby Gun Nut Hut carrying a cardboard box, filled with fourteen magazines loaded with full-metal jacket/hollow point hybrid rounds (the shack was still out of Dust rounds), a single left-side leg holster, and two rental folding SMGs. "You took your time getting here," he said, setting the box down near Liseran.

Liseran flushed despite herself and smiled sheepishly as she scratched her head.

"S-sorry about that..." Liseran said. She lifted up the basket of pastries she held. The smell of chocolate and raspberries immediately filling the air. "Pastry as an apology and for thanks?"

"Apology accepted," said the Hunter, taking one with his free hand while his right tucked away several ammunition magazines. "These are good," he said between bites. "Where do you keep getting them?"