“Tea?” Midge pours a small cup of tea out of the thermos while Robert is retrieving his gun. Once she’s closed the thermos, she takes the rifle in her hands. It’s much heavier than the pistol she just shot.

“Do you carry this around with you?” she asks. Midge can’t imagine lugging around something this heavy. She hands it back to him. “I’d like to watch you shoot it, but I think I’ll stick to the smaller guns, personally.”