A Lake in Maine, Tuesday Daytime

[tyler_gone]

Contrary to Tyler's fears, Steve Rogers' idea of a vacation did not turn out to involve helping old ladies across the street or cooking in a soup kitchen. Instead, they had taken their flying(!) Porsche(!!) to a very nice Bed and Breakfast near the Maine coast -- the kind of place with pillows you wanted to just curl up and live on and fresh local strawberries on the waffles at breakfast.

But they were not enjoying it right now. No, instead, someone had the brilliant idea to go fishing. In theory Tyler was all for the hunt-to-survive primitive stuff, but, after three hours of absolutely nothing happening, he was starting to decide mankind had given up on huter-gatherer lifestyle because it was boring.

"Y'know, I bet we can buy trout for, like, $6 a pound at the Safeway in town."

[OOC: For those guys. NFB due to distance.]

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[tyler_gone]

Tyler laughed. "I think that is the first and last time anyone has ever called me ladylike."

[shiroi_tiger]

"There's a first for everything, I suppose." Nathan chuckled, and then nodded to his stick. "You can use that one, if you'd like."