"If God and the Quartermaster have given us s scope," Maria said with teasing seriousness, "then it's only right that we should use it appropriately. If the Army can't manage their supplies, well, that's hardly reason to condemn something as natural as a high-powered night vision scope."
The idea of a dead and preserved buck's head in her office - Helicarrier or land - made Maria snort. "Only if I was from Georgia. Let's stick to rabbits. There's a nice hunter's stew I know that calls for rabbit. I'll give you one of it's feet for luck," she teased.
Antiquing was looking at old junk that had probably been worthless when it was made, and now was just old, and somehow age had given it an allure to the foolish. Raising both eyebrows at the idea of taking tea, Maria countered, "Or we could shoot poor innocent Thumper, getting very muddy and bloody, and come back and get cleaned up together."