Whitefish River I sure need a lazy summer day

A little corner of Dulce's heart lit up with something she hadn't felt before and likely would never feel again. Unbeknownst to her, it was a twinge of maternal instinct; ask Dulce, and she'd tell you she'd never had it. Anyway, being one to keep her word, she began to strike up another conversation, I know that you fish. Do you do anything else? The thought of having an apprentice was one that seemed particularly attractive. Of course, it depended on whether Fern was also interested in either of the two trades that Dulce had to teach.