Whitefish River maybe that makes me a fool

Fortunately Ira accepts the gift—fish taken off his hands which leaves Evergreen wagging his tail, grin briefly growing a touch wider. Easy to please, and eager to do so, too. The bear, however, hadn’t thought ahead of… y’know any other sort of business, so he tilts his head in confusion.
Uh, no… not really. If… the roan Constable prefers, he could always leave, although he becomes crestfallen at the idea. I, uh, was just thinking we could hang out.