The rod was an altogether new thing for Loras. Once or twice, when he was little, he'd been crabbing along the river, but he'd never done any actual fishing before. A fishing rod, as it turned out, was a lot more complicated than Loras had thought. He frowned at it for a moment, but smiled again when he took a cooler and Obi mentioned a boat.
"Only after I puke a few times," he answered, then added, "Joking." Just in case. He adjusted his cap again, his own with the insignia of one of his sponsors, a sports facility in Santa Ana. "Lead the way," he gestured.