Ghoul settles for stabbing the hook through the worm a couple of times, folding it over like an accordion. That's gotta work, right? Maybe he should tack an extra one on the end there to make it a little more enticing. Yeah. Why not. The more worms the better his chances? Logic, motherfucker.

He's still grinning from Jet's praise when he casts the double-worm'd hook out into the water, watching it sail through the air only to hit the dark-blue surface with a plunk. The makeshift piece of crap is still in one piece for now, it's a good sign.

"Yeah. Few times." He sniffs, still looking out at the line. "When I was a kid. Never really saw the appeal. Still not sure how I feel, you know? S'different." He's not used to it. There's enough that's different already, no rush to go accepting it all at once.