"You're damn right, you did," Oliver assured him with a grin, clapping his hand on Marco's shoulder before taking the net. "You hold on right there. I'll get these two out and pass the net back." He stepped back towards the cooler, crouching to gently coax the little fish into the container, watching them dart around inside for a few seconds before standing again.
"I bet there's a good chance that was the first fish of the day too. You did real good." Passing the net back to Marco, he tossed a playfully accusatory look at Edwin. "Where's yours, pretty boy?"