So, I noticed my roommate's eyes had that glazed and hungry "lordy, but I want a new gun" look. I notice that his avaricious glance fell across my Rossi 720 once or twice, as he made oh-so-carefully-oblique references to it in conversation. Smelling blood in the water, I waited for The Question. Finally, it came.
He: "So, uh, what would you be willing to trade for that .44 Special you don't tote anymore?"
Hmmm. Good point. With the acquisition of the 296Ti, I really don't tote the Rossi anymore. Besides, how many 5-shot DAO .44 Specials does a girl really need?
Me (nonchalantly): "Well, I've kinda had my eye on that square-butt 3" heavy barrel 36 of yours..."
He: "No way, that's my only J-frame, and I mean to start toting it occasionally."
Me: "...or that Model 12 you have; you never tote it, man. You should trade me, it's a safe queen. Besides, you have that 2.5" 686 for a snubby, and that 4" RB 19 is a cooler K-frame; you really, really should trade me that 2" Model 12. Really."
He: "Welll..."
Me: "I'll throw in a knife."
He: *blink, blink*
I know I've got him now!
He: "Which knife?"
Me: "How about that sharper-than-dammit Cold Steel Recon 1 you like so much?"
[Insert slight delay at this point, while he ascertains that the 720 still times well and hasn't lost its smooth trigger pull, and that the original rubber grips are still lying around someplace.]
He: "Done. Got any .44 Special ammo?"
Me [feeling suddenly munificent]: "Sure. Here, have a few cylinders worth; on me. Gold Dots okay?"
The end result:
One 1966-67 vintage Model 12 M&P Airweight with a super sweet trigger. Knife in photo: Boker Delta, ceramic blade, titanium scales.
He: "So, uh, what would you be willing to trade for that .44 Special you don't tote anymore?"
Hmmm. Good point. With the acquisition of the 296Ti, I really don't tote the Rossi anymore. Besides, how many 5-shot DAO .44 Specials does a girl really need?
Me (nonchalantly): "Well, I've kinda had my eye on that square-butt 3" heavy barrel 36 of yours..."
He: "No way, that's my only J-frame, and I mean to start toting it occasionally."
Me: "...or that Model 12 you have; you never tote it, man. You should trade me, it's a safe queen. Besides, you have that 2.5" 686 for a snubby, and that 4" RB 19 is a cooler K-frame; you really, really should trade me that 2" Model 12. Really."
He: "Welll..."
Me: "I'll throw in a knife."
He: *blink, blink*
I know I've got him now!
He: "Which knife?"
Me: "How about that sharper-than-dammit Cold Steel Recon 1 you like so much?"
[Insert slight delay at this point, while he ascertains that the 720 still times well and hasn't lost its smooth trigger pull, and that the original rubber grips are still lying around someplace.]
He: "Done. Got any .44 Special ammo?"
Me [feeling suddenly munificent]: "Sure. Here, have a few cylinders worth; on me. Gold Dots okay?"
The end result:
One 1966-67 vintage Model 12 M&P Airweight with a super sweet trigger. Knife in photo: Boker Delta, ceramic blade, titanium scales.
Sneaky women, they are everywhere! 
