"I'll cook it's my turn." Roxy insisted. She wasn't going to take a reward she hadn't earned. It had taken her longer then the agreed time to get ride of the bottles. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she had been trying to hit moving targets. She shook her head at the thought. She would rather have her knives any day of the week. Atleast she knew that she would be able to hit a target still or moving with her knives. Once inside she took out the things she needed to cook what she planned for the evening meal.