"I bet you can't hit that knothole."

"Oh, really? You bet what, exactly."

Offering a nonchalant shrug, the cool composure of the gesture cancelled out by the sheepish smile spreading across your face, you replied simply;

"A kiss."

Susan didn't even think about it, but shot you a devilish smile and raised her bow, narrowing her eyes at the target in question, which was a good twenty meters away.

Thunk.

Bullseye.