Kenza
She stretches and peers a little awkwardly from where she sits, squinting to try and make out what has gotten hooked on his line. It's nearly frustrating, how close she is to seeing what it is, and yet she can't tell more than its approximate size. And right now, there's two things she can't decide between which of them would be worse: if it somehow got off the line and disappeared to take its mysterious identity away with it for all time, or if after all of this it was just an old boot.
"Oooh, Deepfrost is a great season for it," she kind of gushes, though not quite with so much emotion as the word might normally imply. She's just—enthusiastic? In agreement?
Though honestly, any season is hot chocolate season. You just gotta pick your moments. Basket full of raw and recently deceased fish under your nose is not a great time for hot chocolate. She wrinkles her nose a little.
"Yeah, you can. Depending on what you mix it with it'll feel a bit different—if you want to sweeten it a little, or give it a bit more of a smoky edge... Or just some plain creamy liqueur. Gives some extra warmth to it, y'know?"
"Oooh, Deepfrost is a great season for it," she kind of gushes, though not quite with so much emotion as the word might normally imply. She's just—enthusiastic? In agreement?
Though honestly, any season is hot chocolate season. You just gotta pick your moments. Basket full of raw and recently deceased fish under your nose is not a great time for hot chocolate. She wrinkles her nose a little.
"Yeah, you can. Depending on what you mix it with it'll feel a bit different—if you want to sweeten it a little, or give it a bit more of a smoky edge... Or just some plain creamy liqueur. Gives some extra warmth to it, y'know?"
