Its a nice one!

“Holy shit, it’s a big ‘un!” You remark, bracing Penelope as the fish continues to fight.

“Ya got ‘im, sugah, just don’t let go!” a female voice calls from down the shoreline. You don't have the opportunity to look for its source as a whiskered face springs from the water before diving again. The voice’s owner, a lithe young woman with smooth legs, sprints to your side to join in the fun. Penelope’s tongue peeks out one corner of her mouth as she holds on tight, finally wrestling the ten-pound catfish onto the shore. The woman takes the rod from Penelope and brings the fish into the air as You scoop it into the net and begin the process of unhooking it from the line without getting finned.

“I thought...you said...it was...too late...to catch anything.” Penelope pants, hands on her knees as he small body tries to recover from the strain.

“Y’all got lucky, that’s all.” the young woman replies. With the catfish firmly netted, You can get a good look at her. She is fair-skinned with a bit of a sunburn and her hair is dark, a kind of black-cherry color, and where the sun has streaked her hair it is almost red. There is probably some Asian blood in her veins, as evidenced by the slight epicanthic folds of her large, expressive eyes, but her Asian ancestors had married into an Irish-American family, as evidenced by the fair skin and reddish tinge to her dark hair. Her eyes are green and show with a proud intensity as she beams on Penelope. There is a slight Irish lilt in her voice indicating that her parents speak the old dialect, although her current tone and inflection indicates that her Texan peers have influenced her speech a great deal as well. It is, suffice it to say, an interesting combination of elements. “Ya ever caught a catfish before, punkin?”

“Not that big.” Penelope replies, having recovered, but not wanting to seem suspicious, still played at being overwhelmed.

“Y’all live near here?” the young woman asks. “Ah ain’t seen y’all around here before.”

“Actually we’re borrowing my boss’s lake lot while I’m on assignment.” You reply. “It’s over this way.”