Lucy
◇ Another day, another load to process.

□ Stepping off of the public bus that ran from Isakstad's northern outskirts to the Cradle itself, Margo knew full well she looked and smelled exactly like the hicks she'd always found annoyance with back home. A burgundy raincoat lazily flowed down her torso, a necessary sacrifice given the rain that had passed over Lake Vanern in sporadic torrential downpours, and her knee-length rubber boots squeaked and squelched with every step. Clearly, she'd been fishing, and it wouldn't have taken a genius to pick up on that given the large cooler full of the day's catch and ice held up by curled conjoined digits and the trusty rod she had in twain in her other hand.

▪︎ For once, she was relaxed, and in decent spirits. Hopefully that'd last, but hopes weren't high in her head, because now she had to process her catch.

○ What a chore. She pulled up a bucket, unsheathed her fillet knife, and pulled a trout out of her cooler. She'd be here for a while... Good thing she had Alan Jackson playing and a cigarette betwixt cracked lips to keep her company.
Nathan
I was so excited for plants and gardening, you're so cruel to tease me
Lucy
I forgot about that

I'll redo it, my bad

Like, actually. I'll do a different starter, apologies
Nathan
If you want to do this one thats totally cool but I've no idea how fish work 💀
Lucy
Lmao fair, gonna just. Start a different thread
Nathan
You're a blessing I'm sorry