[But besides that little protest and a gentle shove against his arm, she will be a good sport about it and she'll race him back to the water's edge, that makeshift fishing rod back in her hands and ready to go for another round or three, her laughs echoing off the trees as the bunnies trail after her.
Just because she had called it a contest doesn't mean that they can't still enjoy their time. She is patient as they wait for the fish to return and then bite, simply enjoying his company and the quiet moments that they spend together, continuing to talk about things and then falling into those comfortable silences in between. Not that they will last for very long, of course. Sooner than later, perhaps sooner than she expected, the fish start to come, taking to the bait quickly and easily. Some of the fish that do are too small for them to take out and so they are returned to the water, and several times they both have to reset their "three chances" when all of them end up being the same.
Call it beginners luck, or call it skill—really, they can call it whatever they want because she rolled a nat 20—but eventually, they start seeing the bigger catches and somehow, Tifa ends up being the "winner" in all of this, with two large fish, the second one causing her to almost lose her fishing rod yet again. Still, a win is a win, and she expects her reward in due time, as she is quick to remind him as they make their way back to their little campsite that Eustace had picked out for them with all of their fish.
As Tifa playfully brags the entire way back, and through grilling the fish that she insisted that she help prepare, over the fire that she insisted that she start...]
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[But besides that little protest and a gentle shove against his arm, she will be a good sport about it and she'll race him back to the water's edge, that makeshift fishing rod back in her hands and ready to go for another round or three, her laughs echoing off the trees as the bunnies trail after her.
Just because she had called it a contest doesn't mean that they can't still enjoy their time. She is patient as they wait for the fish to return and then bite, simply enjoying his company and the quiet moments that they spend together, continuing to talk about things and then falling into those comfortable silences in between. Not that they will last for very long, of course. Sooner than later, perhaps sooner than she expected, the fish start to come, taking to the bait quickly and easily. Some of the fish that do are too small for them to take out and so they are returned to the water, and several times they both have to reset their "three chances" when all of them end up being the same.
Call it beginners luck, or call it skill—really, they can call it whatever they want
because she rolled a nat 20—but eventually, they start seeing the bigger catches and somehow, Tifa ends up being the "winner" in all of this, with two large fish, the second one causing her to almost lose her fishing rod yet again. Still, a win is a win, and she expects her reward in due time, as she is quick to remind him as they make their way back to their little campsite that Eustace had picked out for them with all of their fish.As Tifa playfully brags the entire way back, and through grilling the fish that she insisted that she help prepare, over the fire that she insisted that she start...]