Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

He isn’t insulted when she doesn’t take his fish. Rather than taking the easy way out and accepting his offering, he takes it upon herself to catch one of her own. Meeting him back on the shore with a cheeky smile and a fish in mouth. A chortle comes from his lips and he’s snatching his fish up and practically swallowing it whole.

“You can fish well then, dear.” He hums pleasantly. Then vaguely he notices the sweat smell of her scent drafting his way due to the easy breeze and he’s plagued with questions for the pale woman. “You smell of a pack, but it’s very faded. Are you far away from them?”