"Nothing of the sort, I'm afraid."<br/><br/>Kyle reaches into his pack and pulls out a box of .300 Winchesters, rattling it about.<br/><br/>"Wanda's got expensive tastes, and I haven't had bullets for my sidearm since... well, it's been a while." He shrugs and opens the box, doing a quick count of the contents. Fifteen, plus the two six-shot magazines in teh case... hopefully the Nestbreakers will be able to help him re-stock. " 'Course, I imagine I could have bought more of them instead of lavishing my girl with gifts... but what kind of partner would I be then?"<br/><br/>"Maybe if you hold onto it long enough, I'll swap you."