One hand lifted slowly, revealing itself from inside of the blanket. He used that hand to grab hold of the dark bangs in front of his eyes, which had stuck themselves to his face, and he squeezed the water from them slowly. "I already don't like it." Came his low voice, hinting at defeat. He might not have liked it much, despite the fact that he'd only tried once, but he did have to eat. Of course, at that moment, mice were starting to sound better and better. "A line?" He said suddenly, as it were a sudden revelation. He should have thought about that before, quite honestly, since he'd often spent a lot of time at the docks watching people fish when they lived in Europe before. Frowning yet again, Jasper gave a shake of his head. "No." Exasperated, he dropped his hands to smack against the tops of his wet legs, hanging his head. "Guess I'll go to the city and look for one." He was certain he'd seen them somewhere and, quite honestly, wasn't in the mood to try and make one. |