The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile at her look to him. "Okay. I used the wrong word. I meant they attract the fish." Which to Will could be the exact same thing, but that was his own issues and not something he would talk to a teenager over. "The feathers make the fish believe there are insects above them to be eaten. The lure uses movement, vibration, flash and color to bait the fish as opposed to live bait."
He could talk too long about fishing because it was his escape, so were the engines, but from her response and the fact they were stuck on an island without vehicles, he left engine discussion in just the mention of it.
"That would be nice." He had not thought of New Orleans in a long time. It had been his childhood and his beginning but it was not his home. He was not sure he had a place he would consider home. His only family were a gang of stray dogs.
Head down, he followed her. He did not need to stare at his environment to know it. "Did guests fix it all up?"