[He gets up, and makes his way over to her. He pats her on the back. She's pretty short, she is! But he really hopes she doesn't have a cold or something.]
What're those? If you want to go pole dancing, this isn't the right place to do it, ahaha!
[He had never really gone fishing- Not with a real fishing pole, anyway. But he had heard that worms were somehow involved in the process. In the middle of the war, sometimes when it was dark, and even though he knew it was dangerous, he'd run to an open stream that had not yet been stained with blood and admire the stars. He'd catch the fish by hand, and bring them back to the hungry soldiers when the food ran out. It was how they survived, sometimes- By sending groups to go catch fish.]