"Hey, that shit's scary too," she snaps back at him, nose wrinkling as she gently tugs her line in time with the lap of the water. "This is just weird 'cause we're so...far from the edge." And they are: drifting along out into the middle of the lake, far from anything like shallows or shore or anything whatsoever to scrabble at for a handhold. There's no walls or edges or anything to grab for should something go wrong.

So yeah. Little spooky.

She doesn't notice the ripples - for all her hyper focus on the water, the minute change in the surface doesn't register - but she does notice the sudden dip of one of the bobbers followed by a distinct tug at her line.

"Whoa! Whoa! What now? What do I do? Joel!"