Arthur had been talking about taking you fishing for weeks now, but any time you’d try to go something would happen. Today seemed like the perfect day, Dutch was gone doing something so he wouldn’t pester you and ask for your help with anything.

It was Arthur’s idea of relaxing, just fishing and getting away from the gang for a few hours. You’ve been at the river for an hour, but no fish yet. You’ve abandoned your pole, it sits by your feet as you sit in the grass beside where he’s standing.