[Baying and barking were already moving into the back as he settled himself down. Olivia and Susan would be very effective at keeping the idiot calm. The rest of the menagerie seemed content to linger in other parts of the home. She glanced back, making sure they finally had a moment of piece while she set out coffee and slices of pie.]

This? This would be a gift, Reaper dear... I'm not one for wrapping paper. It is called a Saiga. We craft them for the troops. Most would carry a platinum or mithril firearm along with one of these, charged with one type of energy or another. Saiga fires bullets charged with terran energy.