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[reargunner]

[A headshake.]

Let me guess. It looks like a rock.

[Just a guess, mind.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He snorts.]

No shit. But it sits at the bottom near actual rocks and blends in. And if you step on it, it shoots venom into your body and can kill you.

But apparently you can eat them.

[reargunner]

Hm.

[The next drag he takes is a slower one. He hasn't looked Jacob's way since he stopped shouting at him.]

You know, Mars doesn't have any native plants or animals. The whole planet was seeded when it was colonised.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

What do you fish for?

[He doesn't notice. He reaches down to put his hand on Mae's head, grounding himself there.]

[reargunner]

Fish, obviously.

[Sir, please.]

They're naturalised now, but came from Earth originally. Okun' and shchuka mostly. [He sniffs.] Uh.

[A small wave of his free hand.]

Perch, and uh... pike? Salmon in summer. We call them losos'.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Smartass.

[He rolls his eyes, but there's no animosity behind it.]

Shchuka. That pike or perch?

[reargunner]

Pike. Nasty fuckers, too.

[A shrug. He's known more than one person take a bite from a landed pike that they thought was already dead. They were already aggressive but something about Mars had sure made them worse.]

Keep you going for a while if you catch one, assuming it doesn't break your line first.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sounds like a bitch of a fish.

[He snorts.]

That the sort of fish you wanted to show me how to catch?

[reargunner]

I dunno.

[Shrug. He puffs out another drag of smoke.]

Maybe. Some time.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah. Some time.

[He rubs his face. It really is starting to hurt.]

Alright. I'm going to go ice the shit out of my face. I'll see you around.

[reargunner]

Whatever you say.

[He'll just stay where he is until he's done with his cigarette.]

I'm always around.