It would be ideal, but I doubt this lawless world will remain as peaceful as it has been. [Outside of the nightmare and dream stuff at least.]

One moment then. [He bows his head as he steps away to get his drink. He returns a moment later, setting down a hot cup of tea, with apple slices soaking within.]

He...threw a shoe from that range...? [His words linger at the end. Why does it feel like he heard something about this a few months back?] Heh, that's quite an aim. I suppose he found a use for all that archery practice. [For throwing shoes at people's faces??? Don't mind him still laughing in amusement at the image of his friend hitting someone with a shoe.]