[It's not a great haul, but it's more than enough to satisfy him, both for his own selfish interest in liberating himself from the taste of cabbage still lingering in his mouth and because Blake looks like she just got an early midwinter holiday present. He even, foolishly, believes her claim. The fish he has to set aside for his deal is a huge loss statistically, but it's not a big problem.
He snorts at her comment, though, a wryness that comes out whenever luck is mentioned.]
Luck, huh.
[Qrow really should tell her about his Semblance. (He doesn't want to.)
Qrow glances over the horizon, checking for signs of bad weather. But the water, though a little choppy, is still perfectly safe, and they have some daylight to spare. There's no harm in trying to get a little bit more out of it for their troubles.]
Sure, give it one last try.
[He takes the other end of the net to help her with their final cast.]
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He snorts at her comment, though, a wryness that comes out whenever luck is mentioned.]
Luck, huh.
[Qrow really should tell her about his Semblance. (He doesn't want to.)
Qrow glances over the horizon, checking for signs of bad weather. But the water, though a little choppy, is still perfectly safe, and they have some daylight to spare. There's no harm in trying to get a little bit more out of it for their troubles.]
Sure, give it one last try.
[He takes the other end of the net to help her with their final cast.]