"Because saying 'three' doesn't suggest that I'd take a full dozen if I thought the fat faces living here could handle that much fish meat in their faces," Jo happily sniped back. She set the dead fish on the rock, waiting now for Nagi to get back to business like this was a game.

She'd been expecting him to toss them, but when he walks out soaking with wriggling minnows held up by the tails, she can't help but give him a death glare. "You fucking calling me 'Bucko'?!" It was the only thing that came to mind. She was of a mind, actually, to grab both of the fishes and run again. Her face felt hot.