[ His eyebrows raise at that part. Dang, he's met lots of people he feels he could ask a favor from, how sad she's had a different experience... then again, that might not even matter, he's not sure how many of them are good at fishing. ]

Good point. Alright. [ He takes one last look at the fish, sighs, and starts toward the shore from this rotted old dock. ] So we'll need... something for a line, and a hook, right? And bait. [ frown... ] What do fish eat?