"You have to keep it moving. If it's just hanging there, it looks dead. Fish don't chase dead things."
"But my arms are tired!"
"That's your muscles growing. Don't you want strong muscles?"
"Hmph!"
"If your Pa were still here, he'd be showing you all this."
"Nuh uh, he'd do it FOR us."
"Your Pa didn't take you out fishing?"
"He said I were too little yet."
"Bah. My Pa had me with a bow in my hands when I was your age."
"Miss Narsys! It's moving! I got a fish!"
"NAR-YS. I don't think that's a fish just yet, it's just the wind blowing a little."
"IT'S A FISH! OI! Look at it pulling! Help me!"
"Gods help you, child, stop flailing about so! Haha! Here, look...calm down, will you?"
"...where's the fish?"
"I told you, that wasn't a fish. You can't be jumping all about every time the wind blows, you'll scare the real fish away!"
"Can you just go shoot us a rabbit or two for supper instead? I'm tired."
"Aye, me. I can't make rabbits appear by snapping my fingers, Nettie. How does your Ma feed you and your brother?"
"She hardly does. She just sits about and sighs and cries a lot. There were a man what came around a bit, and he'd bring us bread and cheese and fruit and chicken. She smiled more then. But he's runned off."
"He RAN off. What a lout. Leaving a widow and little 'uns like that."
"What's a widder?"
"That's a woman who's lost her husband."
"Ma didn't lose Pa. He died."
"That's what I meant, Nettie. It's just a nicer way of saying that he died."
"Oh...did you ever have a husband?"
"Good gods, nay."
"Why do you say it like that? Don't ladies like husbands?"
"Nettie! Oi, you make me laugh till the tears are rolling! Aye, I suppose most ladies like husbands...aye, me!"
"So where's your husband?"
"Child, get the fluff out of your ears. I just said I never had one."
"You don't want one?"
"...not really."
"Why not?"
"Why would I? Stop smothering me with questions and mind your fishing pole!"
