It's probably stereotypical of an otter hybrid to go fishing isn't it? Ed knows, he feels a little embarrassed when he mentions that it's his casual hobby but at the same time, that's when he feels the most himself. Occasionally swimming around, or sitting at the edge of the lake fishing, watching the fish swim close to the hook — the anticipation, the tranquility of it, the way he'll easily become lost in thought.

So when the sky is nice and blue and the clouds are all fluffy, the temperature is just right. Well, he can't help but pack up and put on his gear. 'Wow, haven't been here in a while...' he mused, sitting on the edge with his fishing pole next to him. He took in the sights first, it always takes his breath away.

He slipped a piece of meat on the hook before he cast the line, Ed watched the bobber and slowly his mind drifted away. Only for a sudden — SPLASH — to snap him out of it. Heart pounding, breath hitching, the little otter hybrid frantically looked around.

He caught sight of people -shudders- jumping into the lake and screaming and laughing and oh god.

'No no no no, oh god, they're gonna scare away the fish!' Ed panicked and reeled his line back in, he hesitantly made his way over to the rowdy bunch. 'It's fine.. right? I won't be a Karen for asking.. it's the only lake in this town.' he reassured himself, taking a deep breath.

"H-hello? Do you mind keeping it down?" Ed tried to call you, tail dragging behind him. He tapped his fingers together, trying to see if anyone was paying attention to him. 'Crap, I might have to fish another time..'