Abby had no great desire to meet the Robin Hood. Not that she was indifferent to it, but she wouldn't have been drawn to him were he teaching horseback riding or scooping out mashed potatoes in the cafeteria. It was really the archery that had her interested. She'd actually dressed somewhat conservatively today, laced combat boots and a pair of cammo pants paired with a studded belt and a bright pink t-shirt.
Seeing Robin placing the bows back, she stepped up, hands clasped behind her back, pigtails bouncing eagerly. "Am I too late for an archery lesson?" She hoped not.