*World is sitting by his pond with a fishing rod in hand, a campfire going on nearby with a pot on top of it, he looks very *very* determined about something.*
*Should he break his concentration? Should he approach at all? The man was very, very focused, on his…something or other-Wait. …fishing pole, campfire, bubbling pot, carrots and onions-*
UHKA SOUP!!!
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Worms… I think.
*He wasn’t too sure if the bait was manifested right, just trying to go from memory what he had used last time there was a fishing trip. He shrugged just a little, figuring he probably knew what was better to use if need be.*
Oh, that’s okay! You stay here, I can grab the other one. Relaxing is good for you and all.
*Ah yes, good. A smile. After how distressed he looked before, it was nice to see him lightening up again. In the meantime, he could peel his padded jacket off and pad his butt with it*
Be quick! I have a good feeling about our luck tonight, but luck is fleeting!
Right!
*After setting down his own rod, he scrambled to get back into the shack to find the second one. This wasn’t exactly their first fishing trip together, but this was the first where he had a reason to catch something. Hopefully Vanya wasn’t kidding about luck being on their side.
It wasn’t long before he headed back outside with the second rod, heading over and handing it to the content old man.*
Here, I think this ones yours!



















