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Cam is lounging in a hanging furniture object that's sort of a cross between a hammock and a chair and leaves plenty of room for the wings and tail, feet up, sipping hot cider, and watching a documentary about the history of the colonization of Luna because he does like to keep current. Ho hum.
you-wish
"Well, that was cute," says Teah. "I'm glad you got in touch with your parents again. Want me to help with the fish, since you don't do creatures so good?"
from_scratch
"...Yes, actually, make some neat fish to populate the lake to relieve the mind-numbing boredom of fishing please."
from_scratch
Cam transports himself to his father's house. His father does, in fact, already have exactly the house he grew old and died in. (Renée got an RV. They were lucky and both have a rotating set of roommates sharing their largesse.) He collects his dad, who hugs him tight. He makes them a motorcycle apiece and lets his dad lead him to where he wants the lake: there is a quarry, of sorts, near Charlie's house, where people have dug up the infinite earth of Limbo to turn it laboriously into bricks for walls and crude structures.
Cam fills the lake with water and pondweed and makes a set of fishing gear, and would like Teah to supply the fish.
Cam fills the lake with water and pondweed and makes a set of fishing gear, and would like Teah to supply the fish.
you-wish
Teah is happy to oblige!
Starting next to Cam and rippling outward at astonishing speeds, fish appear in the lake. Many are Earth species, but most are decidedly not. There are little ones and big ones and ones of various medium sizes. There are ones with huge gorgeous shimmering fins that trail artistically in the water; there are ones with gleaming jewel-toned scales that change colour in smooth gradients from head to tail; there are long white eely things spiral-striped with a single bright colour each, like wiggly candy canes.
Starting next to Cam and rippling outward at astonishing speeds, fish appear in the lake. Many are Earth species, but most are decidedly not. There are little ones and big ones and ones of various medium sizes. There are ones with huge gorgeous shimmering fins that trail artistically in the water; there are ones with gleaming jewel-toned scales that change colour in smooth gradients from head to tail; there are long white eely things spiral-striped with a single bright colour each, like wiggly candy canes.
from_scratch
"All right. Let's see what kinda fish my friend made us," says Cam.
And he casts the fishing line, and Charlie casts his.
And he casts the fishing line, and Charlie casts his.
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