“Mine is… aw man. Yours is big, let me see.” You said, leaning over to get a better look. “Oh, it’s wiggling. It’s wiggling. Are they meant to do that?” — “Usually. Wanna hold it?” Arthur said, holding it out to you. “Ouuu! It’s wet. It’s slimy.”

Dutch was sitting at the creek’s edge, watching you two in absolute horror. “Do you two mind?!” He finally cut in. You turned around, a bit confused, holding up the fish you two had been talking about.