Lake Rodney I know I used to love him

Good job for practice, he said, admiring the size of the fish. He hadn't put much effort into the trade — his grandmother had been a master at it, but he had never picked it up before. Eh? Spar, huh? he hadn't expected to be sparring over a fish, but stranger things have happened to him before. He smiled. Sure, he stepped back, wondering how well she would fight.