Night Sky was not even remotely close to an expert angler, knowing just enough about fishing to get by in the forest with the small rivers and handful of lakes around. Anything she cooked tended to be bland and basic, and she didn't really do much fishing here either. Not with the handful of lovers she had that actually knew how to cook.

All that said because they were at the docks now, fishing poles and bait and the like stacked up in their boat borrowed from a Gelfling at the docks. Night Sky had sent the dogs off into the woods to scope their campsite and entertain themselves, leaving just her and Finnick to brave the waters. She was wearing a low cut green dress, no shoes, and looked like she had been trudging through the mud long before they even reached the docks.

"I'll follow your lead on this one, sweetness."