"Do you even have to ask?" Frankie said eagerly, going to fetch his own arrow this time.
He had several more shots, some missing wildly as he forgot one or more of the finer points of what she was showing him, some hitting the tree with the target on it, others hitting those around it. One particularly impressive shot hit the centre of a knot on the tree to the left of the targeted one. Frankie covered his embarassment at his inexperience by pretending he had been aiming for that in the first place.
After half an hour, he'd only managed to hit the target twice, and not anywhere near the middle, and although he was enjoying himself immensely he had decided that archery was a lot harder than he had originally imagined. He felt very envious of Ava as she repeatedly hit the smaller target she had drawn for himself.
"Well, my arms are killing me," he complained eventually, putting the bow down to stretch them out. "Want a break? I brought some food."