Summer shrugged a little, quickly sending off a text to god-only-knew-who before tucking her phone back into her back pocket. "I wasn't much of a toy guns kid myself," she said. "More ponies and dolls, and most of the Nerf guns we had wound up mysteriously snapped in half because someone's little brother would constantly sneak up behind her and shoot her in the back of the head when she was trying to hang out with her friends..."

A small tide of rage rose and subsided back into the tranquil Summer sea.

"So I think your nerfs sound way more interesting. Are they, like, really fuzzy, with like curly hair like those shaggy cows in Scotland?"

And out came the phone again, because it was a long shot that BDG would know exactly what she meant.