"Fishing pole," Felix replied, tapping his hand against the dock twice, as if that would solidify it on the unofficial list of things they needed to bring next time. At least then they wouldn't have to worry about food as much. Fish for breakfast didn't sound all that bad, though it would probably be a pain in the ass to try and cook anything. "I saw, though I don't know what the fuck we're supposed to do with a truck around here. 7-Eleven's cool though. I kind of want to ask for shit, but they're probably gonna be loaded getting back as is."
He glanced towards the door as it opened, grinning a little as he pulled himself up a bit more to lean more firmly against the dock. "Probably. We're not really on a schedule, just hungry as shit. You sleep okay?"