Carol gives the line a hard yank over the shoulder opposite Daryl, to get the hook good and wedged. The line leaps about, definitely a fish and not some snagged litter. She reels as the thing fights uselessly for its life, smile playing on her lips.
"Don't sulk. It just means you should've been here sooner." The only thing that could be more hilarious about this is if she successfully drags the line in only to find a four-inch guppy dangling there. (Not that she hopes for it, pulling her weight is important to her for all the bluster she made about sitting here being a chore.)
"If the people here only knew what you gave up for the sake of their dinner..." Carol shoots over a purely mischievous look, her gaze dipping tellingly. It's an exaggeration but not by much; to say she had a plan is overstating but she'd been entertaining a few ideas.
As the end of her line draws nearer, she wonders if the mood is salvageable. She has a cooler, there's no need to hurry back with her catch -- her hands will definitely smell like fish, though, and because she's smelled like worse in her time doesn't make it any less irksome.
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"Don't sulk. It just means you should've been here sooner." The only thing that could be more hilarious about this is if she successfully drags the line in only to find a four-inch guppy dangling there. (Not that she hopes for it, pulling her weight is important to her for all the bluster she made about sitting here being a chore.)
"If the people here only knew what you gave up for the sake of their dinner..." Carol shoots over a purely mischievous look, her gaze dipping tellingly. It's an exaggeration but not by much; to say she had a plan is overstating but she'd been entertaining a few ideas.
As the end of her line draws nearer, she wonders if the mood is salvageable. She has a cooler, there's no need to hurry back with her catch -- her hands will definitely smell like fish, though, and because she's smelled like worse in her time doesn't make it any less irksome.