"Yeah? Maybe it pooped all this treasure in the first place, hm?" Mateo raises his eyebrows, trying to wade more quickly through the water (though of course he fails, by virtue of being in the water). "It means be careful - I don't know what the water's like further out, and if you get swept out to sea I'm gonna have to make up a really good story about it." And he's having a lazy day if you hadn't noticed, Flora.
Drawing up beside her as she bends to inspect the fish, Mateo's brow furrows. "I think it's hurt," he says to his sister. "Hold on - I think I've got something in my bag we can use." Plodding back to the bank so he can dart away to his shoes (the system works and he doesn't care what she says), Mateo does some digging around. And when he returns, it's with a small net and a large wooden bowl.
"Here," he says, offering her the net, bending to fill up the bowl at the same time. "If you can catch it, maybe we can put it in here and carry it out to deeper water."
Drawing up beside her as she bends to inspect the fish, Mateo's brow furrows. "I think it's hurt," he says to his sister. "Hold on - I think I've got something in my bag we can use." Plodding back to the bank so he can dart away to his shoes (the system works and he doesn't care what she says), Mateo does some digging around. And when he returns, it's with a small net and a large wooden bowl.
"Here," he says, offering her the net, bending to fill up the bowl at the same time. "If you can catch it, maybe we can put it in here and carry it out to deeper water."
