"Okay, so I have heard of it. Did you like it there?"

"Yeah, more or less. I miss the glaciers."

"Southern California is kind of low on those. Why did you move here?"

"My house kind of burned down when I was a kid, I've been moving around with my aunt ever since. She took a liking to a place near here. Which she had to restore from having burned down. It's weird and morbid."

"An interesting story, right, Scott? I couldn't have come up with better myself."

"The Hale house? I can't imagine wanting to live there. At least you're with family."

"Yeah. I love my morbid neurotic aunt," laughs Solvei.

"I still kind of want to meet your aunt. Me and Scott should stop by. He can help with the truffles, I can psychoanalyze her."

"Ooh, good plan. I'll ask her if I can have friends over."

"Stiles won't do anything to scare your aunt. He's just excited." 

"I don't think I can scare this woman. So, truffles and a visit at the creepy murder house, sounds good to me. Enjoy your doctor-approved freedom from sports."

"Thank you, I will!"

"Hey. I see you met Scott and Stiles," she says when Solvei returns to their corner of the gym.

"I'm asking people for their chocolate truffle opinions. Did I look sufficiently tiny while doing it?"

"You look sufficient for most things you do, it's a talent."

She giggles. "Thank you, I try."

"Alright, so we do have permission to do independent archery stuff if you can bring in a doctor's note saying you can't keep up with team sports and have another option."

"I think I can manage that."

"Coach is letting us do it today since I have a note and I said good things about you, but he'll want something official from you eventually. I'll show you where we'll be practicing."

And they leave the gym.

Solvei is excited.

Allison also looks excited! They make there way behind the school, where next to the lacrosse field is a copse of trees.

Allison begins their trek through them, beckoning Solvei to follow.

The woods are quite well-lit this time of day.

How nice of the woods.

Solvei keeps up with ease. Trekking through the woods: a familiar pastime.

It's not a very long trek, they are still supposed to be on school grounds.

They probably aren't, really, but Allison won't tell.

The targets are already set up.

"Neat," says Solvei. "Okay: educate me."

Allison educates her.

She demonstrates the proper way to hold a bow, making sure to give Solvei a view from a few angles.

"The first step for you will be finding a bow with the right draw length. You're shorter than most new archers, so we'll have to find something that fits."