"Uncle Ian! You're not going to get any fish if you keep that up!" Caius called out in his young voice, a mix of amusement and concern as he observed Ian Frost goofing around with the bait on the hook instead of casting it into the water.
Seb, the resident fishing expert, couldn't resist chiming in with a sly grin. "He doesn't know how to catch fish, Caius. That's why he's goofing around. So that later, when he has to show off his catch, he can say he was busy entertaining us instead."
Caius giggled at the explanation as Uncle Ian playfully tossed the bait at Uncle Seb. "Ah hah! Just for this, I'll make sushi tonight."
Caius wrinkled his nose at the thought of consuming raw fish, prompting Ian to cluck in mock disappointment.
"Oh, come on, Caius! Sushi is an art form. You'll thank me when you're older and have a sophisticated palate."
"And curse him in the morning when you have an upset stomach." Seb added wisely.
