"Anybody know how to fish?" Felix asked with more casualness than he was really feeling. It seemed like they'd discussed the body pretty much with all the constructiveness they were going to get. Time to move the fuck on before this turned into another pissing contest he wasn't in the mood to be present for.
"I don't know what kinds are out there, but there's a lot hanging around the mill wheel. And I'm all for switching up the fucking menu as soon as possible." He stretched his legs out in front of him, his bare toes curing as a few joints popped, his gaze turning to Jack. "No offense. I think everybody appreciates the stuff in the fridge. Just-"
"No, I get it," Jack nodded, his words faintly slurring but otherwise amiable. "I've never tried fishing without a pole, but I can clean and cook up whatever gets caught, no problem. While we're here, any news on the garden?"