Harem in a zombie apocalypse

[24] Bonnie and Clyde

"What's your favorite gun?" I asked. "Too many!" Cassidy exclaimed. "But if I have to choose, it will be those babies!" she took out a pair of pistols and began to introduce them.

Cassidy's enthusiasm for her 'babies' was contagious, her eyes sparkling like the night sky as she carefully cradled the twin pistols in her hands. "These," she said, her voice imbued with adoration and respect, "are my precious Desert Eagles, Bonnie and Clyde."

She held up the pistols for me to see, the polished black steel glinting under the dim light. They were massive, their imposing size a testament to their formidable firepower. Yet, in Cassidy's grip, they looked as natural as a paintbrush in an artist's hand.

"Bonnie and Clyde," she repeated, a smile playing on her lips as if relishing the sound of their names. She tenderly ran her fingers over the intricate engravings etched on their slides - an elaborate rose on Bonnie and a menacing skull on Clyde.

"The Desert Eagle," she began, her voice echoing through the silent room, "is known for its unmatched power and precision. It fires .50 AE cartridges, which can punch through practically anything, and with a seven-round magazine, it provides the perfect balance of firepower and control."

Cassidy deftly twirled the pistols around her fingers, the metallic whirring sounds punctuating her words. "But what makes Bonnie and Clyde special isn't just their power. It's their reliability, their durability. In the right hands, they can be both a brush to paint a masterpiece and a hammer to build a fortress."

She then proceeded to load Bonnie and Clyde, her movements swift and graceful, like a dancer lost in her rhythm. Each click and clatter of the cartridges sliding into the magazines was a note in the symphony she was conducting, her every motion a testament to her unwavering mastery over her chosen art.

"Bonnie and Clyde are more than just firearms," Cassidy said, her voice brimming with pride. "They're my partners, my allies. In this messed up world, they're the difference between life and death."

"Well, I can say your passion for guns are more then my passion for Hatsune Miku. And that's something now." I commented.

"What's a Hastune Miku?"

"I will explain it later." I said.

"Alright then partner." she said putting away her guns. "Who's hungry?"

Q: Would you name your gun?