Duck Lake zero hour, nine am

name and face are committed to a memory that's become rather full with both of those. she nods, accepting his answer. searching for something larger could be more rewarding, but the chances of finding something worth hunting just as the famine seems to be coming to an end is low, she must admit. 

"we could fish, and split the sum of what we catch?" she suggests, admitting after a moment, "I haven't had all that much practice, truthfully. any tips?" fishing seemed a good idea; she could brush up on her skills, and even if one of them had less luck than the other, they were guaranteed a share. and if something substantial where to come this way, well, they had a pretty good view of this side of the lakeshore.