*Qrow walks up towards Clover who is standing by an ice fishing hole*
Qrow: Hey, uhh, what are you doing?
Clover: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm fishing!
Qrow: With your weapon?
Clover: Well, yeah, why not? It still makes a good rod and there's some tasty large-mouth bass this time of year. Also don't tell me you haven't used your weapon for anything but killing grimm.
Qrow: Listen, that was one time, these farmers needed help cutting their wheat...
*Clover laughs*
Clover: Easy, I'm just messing with you. OH! Looks like we got bite number four on our hands.
Qrow: Bite number four? I don't see any other fish that you've caught.
Clover: Huh, wait? What?! Where'd all my fish go?
*Qrow spots Blake running away with a handful of fish in the distance and he shakes his head and shrugs with a chuckle*
Qrow: Guess you got unlucky this time.