Big Salmon Lake They're out of order in war

First, Dwin was not exactly a kid anymore. She was a proud young adult, who thought herself all wise and mighty and powerful, but still had a lot of maturing to do. Second, while she had never had any problems in having conversations with all kinds of people, she read something off about the way the man had addressed her. Dwin furrowed her brow, eyed the fellow suspiciously and then let it go. 

"Nope," Dwin shook her head. "I am not into singing and poetry," she replied, being crap at the first and having never understood, why would people think of the latter as an art form. In her honest opinion, it was a waste of brain energy. "I am into fishing though. Does this method help catching fish better?" because in that case she would/could give it a try.