That was pretty sweet. A toothy grin actually split the kid's face as the arrow connected with it's intended target; perhaps not quite where he'd wanted it, which was right in the center of its forehead, but this was progress. "Yes!"

He didn't realign his practice bow right away, instead pausing to consider Sandy's question. It was quite the loaded one, and given her own circumstances, Kenny briefly wondered if she knew that somehow; if it was intentional.

"Pretty fucking stupid, actually," he decided upon, and shrugged as if she'd just asked him what the weather was like. It was as accurate an assessment of South Park, Colorado as any, he figured. "What about you?"