[Allen suspects it's not so much a matter of expectation than a whole lot of wishful thinking. As mentioned, they can barely see the river, nightfall is less than an hour away, and they don't even have anything to fish with. As soon as this blasted week is over (harhar, Allen), he is crossing over to Credinta and getting everyone fishing rods by h― Okay, only by crook.]
[Frowns over his shoulder at the howling, and when he tilts his face up to look at Kanda -- he's crouched on the river bank, by the way -- his brow is still creased.]
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[Frowns over his shoulder at the howling, and when he tilts his face up to look at Kanda -- he's crouched on the river bank, by the way -- his brow is still creased.]
Do you know how to fish?
[Like this, he means.]