The search wasn't going well. Even with hours having passed, the right gun never showed up, and the frustration that it caused kept building up by the minute. That was the case for Bella, at least. Oliver was having a decent amount of fun looking at all the trinkets stuffed into that room, and it felt like he could keep going at it for a very long time. Well, that's what he thought until his stomach started protesting. Without him noticing, they had skipped dinner, which was far from good.
"Hey, Bella," Putting down the old gauntlet he was examining, Oliver braced himself to try and convince his raven-haired companion. "How about we call it a day? We don't have to find it this time, do we?"
Of course, she would give him the cold shoulder. She's invested in finding the gun more than he ever was.
"Hey, Bells, how about a break fi-"
