Gunnar chuckled at the mention of cookies. He was a good one when it came to cookies. He liked them for some odd reason. Not that he was alone in that, it seemed most of his family had a sweet tooth which blood could not wholely satisfy.
Lydia's enthusiasm for his former profession only made him smile more because he really did enjoy that life. His life was a strange one. People could look at what he did as social climbing. He went from being an unimportant fisherman's son to the adopted son of a Coven Matriarch. From there, he became a servant in the house of the highest coven of the land, the Drakes. It was through sheer chance he developed a crush on Nicolette Drake. He called it a crush, others would term it an obsession. Either way, they ended up married. He'd done very well for himself.
Now he had his beautiful wife and wonderful children whom he loved dearly.
"Yes, I caught a lot of things, though no water fae nor mermaids, hime." He thought perhaps it would be interesting to take his daughter to see his parents. He had the same thought fairly often, yet he never went through on it because he did not think his family would enjoy having their grandchildren. Not because they had an issue with their grandchildren, but the prestige and papparrazi were enough to drive anyone mad. "My father has told stories about mermaids, but I've never seen one."
There was something wonderful about being out in a boat at all hours. "There's something very calm about being out on the sea. Though she can be rather harsh to the unexperienced."