"I'm telling you, Zell, Sefie's a natural markswoman! Nine out of ten shots at three hundred yards!" Irvine smirked.

"Irvine, but think about this. You've taught Selphie how to use highly accurate, long-ranged rifles."

"So?"

"Well, now, if she sees you flirting with girls, as you usually do..."

"I'm merely having conversations! Socialisation is important!"

"...If she sees you flirting she can now shoot off your ponytail, or something else, from three hundred yards."

Irvine paled.

"Um..."

"Then again, how big is the main hall in Garden? A hundred yards? How'd she do at shorter ranges?"

"...I am so dead."