A hand waved off his small comments. "I brought a fishing rod, didn't I?" Really the bare minimum! But they would self-celebrate it anyways. A finger lightly jabbed towards Reuben's bait as well, eyeing him with a grin as if telepathy would do their work for them. -------
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" really nala , " he sighs , reaching out to take the rod from their hands . he makes quick work of hooking the line , fingers moving as if on auto pilot . " —— i'd hope you'd at least be a little prepared when you come down here . "
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