Fletcher was happy with the idea of possibly changing hunting groups. He was also not too disappointed with the idea of doing things that weren't so related to his usual means of taking care of people. Perhaps he'd change his idea about hands on things. "I'm not completely done myself, or I'd be inclined to have agreed with you." It was a mildly unfortunate, but perhaps waiting would make things all that more...exciting? He wasn't sure. It was supposed to build up anticipation, waiting. He didn't really enjoy waiting, however.
"Sounds like a wonderful plan. Should I bring any paint or have you got some?" There were, admittedly a lot of colors to choose from, but Fletcher was a man that enjoyed many different colors, so he could be happy with a rainbow target if it turned up. He laughed at the idea of a rainbow colored target. For something that was usually saved for things the general public deemed happy, it amused him to have it used for something not too many saw quite as joy-filled as he did.
"I can't help but think of rainbow colored targets. I wonder if it'd be a bit redundant to use red, though. What with their blood joining the paint."