So he was competitive. That was nice. As the fifth child of eight, she could be just as competitive as any of her brothers. "Oh - there are so many options," she said, pursing her lips and chewing on the inside of her cheek a little in thought. "I don't like dancing, but - well, I like shooting," she said, somewhat innocently. It wasn't often she had the chance to shoot with anyone who wasn't her brothers, and they refused to invite her to any of their shooting competitions anymore. "So perhaps we could try that?"