"Why is everything we do at night?" Moonie aimlessly asks, finally cutting the thick silence of the midnight air.
"Because... Well... Are you saying you would you rather we spend more time during the day?"
"No," she shakes her head furiously, "Just questioning our reoccurring theme."
"Then either because I'm just as much a denizen of the night as you, or because I work all day. Take your pick."
Moonie kicks her feet in the air as she rocks a little on her seat before she looks up at you curiously. You gaze back and try to smile which just earns you a suspicious glare.
"You are kind of a workaholic."
"How else do you expect me to pay for anything?" You respond, your voice slightly higher due to being a little offended at that.
"Again, just questioning your reoccurring theme. Here, recast it for me."
She holds out her little fishing rod for what must be the hundredth time tonight. You give her an unimpressed look but it doesn't phase her in the slightest.
"I'm bored, so I wind the thingy."
"I know, quit it. And you should be able to recast it yourself by now."
"I can, but you're better," she states with the cheekiest grin, as she knows you'll do it for her even after that remark.
"I really need to stop spoiling you," you grumble with a smile.
Moonie scoffs at you as you let the line soar through the air. You can hear the reel whirr as the line loosely asks for more before setting right in the centre of the pond. Then the tighten it a little before handing it back.
"You know..."
"Hm?"
"I'm not sure at what age the senile thing settles in for humans, but just in case, you know there's no fish in here?"
"You mean in the pond sitting in our backyard? The pond where I had to release the fish into the lake after you tried to make them build a statue of seaweed in your honour?"
"What do you mean tried?" an offended Moonie retorts.
"They were nowhere near close."
"I was still working on their training."
"If you want to train fish, do it without a whip."
"Mr Motivator has a name."
You stare her down this time, visibly unimpressed at her antics. Moonie stops pushing her luck as she realises this isn't one of those times where she gets her way.
"Really though, why are we fishing?"
"I don't know... I used to enjoy doing it on Earth, I think."
"You think?"
Moonie looks up you once more with a curious look, now with an added dash of disbelief. With a small blow of a raspberry, you decide to resign and begin to reel in your line as you really weren't enjoying this after all.
"Yeah. It's been so long ago I don't even really remember."
"Who cares?" She shrugs.
"I do."
"That place was lame anyway," Moonie states as she too reels in her line.
"And what gives you that idea?"
"I wasn't there," she cockily replies as she scoots her seat over so she can lean her head on your arm.