Lisa giggled, but it held no malice or thought of humiliation. "Harder than it looks, isn't it? Orlando Bloom makes it look so easy in the Lord of the Rings movies." She was pretty certain Percy would have no idea what to make of the reference, but if he asked she'd explain it to him. "You should have seen my first try; I missed the target by a mile and then the next one went way past. It takes awhile to find the right amount of strength."
She moved back to take her next shot, but like the first it missed the target by an inch. She sighed, and shrugged. "Of course, it doesn't matter how much strength if you can't bloody sight the target the right way." She was still grinning though, unembarrassed by her second failed attempt. It had been a long time since she'd been concerned with being perfect all the time.
"So, how was the trade off this morning? You said Lucy was going back to her mother, right?"