Of course I'll fish for everyone, it's not like we're big enough that a minnow couldn't feed two or three people.

Of course, the blue cat gets first dibs. I think he'll go feral in the face of fish guts if he doesn't get his share first.

[That's a joke, though Jo is serious about the spear. She's too old for 'gimmee!' hands but the idea of snicking treasure from a child fills her with bullyish glee.]

You should come down and take a look. It's nicer out here than it is in that weird bath house in the tree trunk.