Greatwater Lake me, myself, and i

Yew flicked her tail in annoyance at the woman's words. If this stranger could not fish, than what use could she make of herself?
Could you?
Yew pondered it for a moment. She suspected this could evolve into a meaningless conversation or the next sentence would go along the lines of 'perhaps you can fish for the both of us?' which bought a scowl to her face. She definitely wasn't willing to show kindness without a prize in return.
A prize. Yes, that sounded very pleasing indeed. The thought caused a somewhat wicked grin to spread across her face and just like that Yew was suddenly hoping for the stranger to ask her to fish.
Yew faced the stranger, the smirk still plastered on her face.
"I could," she rumbled. Again she wasn't the best at fishing, but she could catch at least one or two and that was all that mattered.