Leith was quiet for a long moment, dumbfounded, almost awestruck that Jace had actually known something that he didn't. He then cleared his throat, stood up, and said, "It's a shotgun...so it uses shells, not bullets." He then stepped over to him, holding it out. "But could you please see if there's anything that you can do? Please?" Sure, the asshole could make it deliberately harm him next time he shot it, but there was already a high chance of that happening as is.
	"Awww... That was...almost nice," Basil said, smiling softly. He stepped away from them, his medicinal work done. "We might make friends of you two yet."