It struck Romeo in the forehead before his arms got up for a block, and he totally bitchfaced at Arthur as he settled it behind him. Best to stockpile ammunition.

"I'll tell my father that when I'm home," he said, grinning again. "I think he'd take advice from a Capulet first, mind. Are pillow fights part of your training regimen?"

Never mind that he'd thrown the first one.