*quite cheerfully* Well, someone has to keep track of the really, really big guns, right? There're just so many of them!
nobles can't choose their offspring
Too bad they can't un-choose them, either. *just shakes her head and grins smuggity smug smug as you beat your hasty retreat* Later! Sally.
*leans back and flips her cell phone open, casually rolling one of the .50 cartridges in her hand* *has a lot of calls to make, and not a lot of time* (*thankfully, works well under pressure!*)