She wins a chuckle with that one. "Okay," he breathes out on the tail end of it, flicks the end of his rod to adjust where the line's resting. "Okay, ten more minutes and we'll close up."

He's got a can of corn in the base of his pack that he snatched up a week or so ago. Suppose it'll do if they can't pull anything else in. Damn if he wasn't hoping for another catch, though.