Nah he'll go.

He's waiting for him on the beach. "Um, morning."

"Hi!"

He clicks his tongue a few times. "So, fishing."

"Right."

"You going to swim in pants?"

"Dunno."

"Mer don't."

"Mer have no legs."

"Moira does."

"You're all really weird," he shrugs and starts undressing.

"You're a clone Hannah made!"

"And you're weirder than that."

"Says you, baby-eater."

He grins. "Yup."

"So, spears or bare hands?"

"...I dunno, you're the teacher."

"I thought you were oh so better?"

"I'm better at everything I do, doesn't mean I know how to do everything," he reasons.

"Spears are stabby."

"You don't say."

"But with your hands you can feel the fishy thrash and die!"

"...yes let's go with that."

Undeclared race to the water!

Well that annoys him. So he's faster.