[Just this once, Noct won't ask about Prompto's eagerness to actually go fishing - maybe he misses it, is his own optimistic thought. Maybe he really did like to sit back and watch! Maybe. He can tell himself this all he likes, when he knows it isn't the greatest most exciting thing ever, watching someone fish.

Grinning as Prompto comes to help though, shifting his grip to make room for extra hands, Noct pulls back with Prom as they start to back out of the mud.]

I'm sort of hoping whatever it is, it doesn't have teeth. Got my tonberry lure on, that's already rare as it is, I wouldn't want to lose it at the bottom of this lake! [Well, some teeth, just nothing to chew the line through with - he might be using dragon's beard, but it could go if this fight keeps up for too long.]