It was a quiet morning at the Vesperpool, and you and Noctis are sat on the dock, fishing poles in hand as your feet dangle over the edge. The two of you were silent, listening to the sound of morning birdsong and crickets chirping. The smell of the swamp is pungent, and you turn your nose up at it.

"You know," Noctis breaks the silence between you two, giving you a sideways glance and a slight smirk. "I still can't believe you asked to come fishing with me. I thought you hated it."