Whitefish River all the sunlight's good for us

If she was telling the truth, Nieve knew about as much about fishing as Cam did, but no need to tell him that. As far as he knew, she was a master. She wrinkled her nose in a chortle when he talked back and shook her head, but for a moment didn't say anything. Fishing seemed easy enough to her. Fish were incredibly stupid animals, so how hard could catching one really be?

She opened her mouth to bluff about it when she caught sight of his eyes and her voice caught in her throat. Stunning green. Staggeringly beautiful, impossibly tragic, extraordinary green. Her mouth went dry when she realized who the boy was and remembered how he had straight up fled from her and her mother. It was more important than ever to pretend she knew it all.

Well, she said, faltering a little as she tore her gaze away from his, y'gotta find somewhere more shallow, first off. So you can see the fish better and they'll be closer to the surface. It made sense to her. Whether it was actually useful advice remained to be seen.