Bruce is a little startled that she laughs, and his smile after that is warmer and more genuine, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He's not used to people laughing at his real jokes, let alone when he's just rambling. "I like you too, Wynonna, great-granddaughter of ... Wyatt Earp, no kidding?" And he found he did like her. Open and forthright people were the easiest to like. "And you have a magic gun that kills demons. I'm not sure I can top a background like that, so I'm not going to try."

It sounded less destructive than his, so there was that. "I'd offer to whittle you one, but I almost failed art class, and I don't know how to whittle."