Snowball took out the imitation gun Thomas Shannon gave her, and Oliver Westlake's gaze was captivated, unconsciously walking over.
Sophie Sullivan didn't encounter pistols until she was twelve, so she didn't intend for Oliver to learn about them at such a young age.
When Snowball took out the imitation gun, Oliver's curiosity was completely piqued.
Boys naturally have a strong interest in weapons, Oliver stretched out his hand, "Fairy Sister, can Oliver play?"
Snowball nodded, "I'll teach you."
The siblings sat on the sofa, and Snowball took less than a minute to dismantle the imitation gun.
It took another thirty seconds to reassemble it.
The speed made Oliver exclaim in amazement, "Amazing!"
"Did you understand?" Snowball asked him.
Oliver eagerly stretched out his hand, "Oliver will try."
"Okay."
When Sophie went downstairs, she saw the siblings with their heads together, playing with the imitation gun.
"Snowball, Oliver, good morning."
