"Alright, alright." Because if it's too early for conversation it's sure as hell too early to bicker too - and she knows better anyway.

So she clambers in over the side of the boat, still cautious whatever he might say. But the boat's wedged up firm against the rocky shore and doesn't so much as wobble when she makes her way to the bench at the bow which is, you know, kind of reassuring. The water looks pretty still out there anyway. As long as they don't spring a leak, it's probably okay.

With a foot on each side of the tackle box on the floor of the boat, Ellie perches on the edge of the bench. Her hands immediately stray to one of the fishing rods, picking at reel. "Whoa cool."