Apparently, Charles was in the middle of an existential crisis. He made the claim that he always caught this 'Dawncatcher' fish. He claimed he would take a carp over it, or even a turtle. Turtles weren't fish though so that was a bit extreme. Her laughing at his initial distaste didn't seem to help him much at all either. "It's a fish. It's cute, and maybe this breed is attracted to your mana or something. It's really nothing to be upset about..." she murmured. She was trying to get her laughter and giggles under control. But it was almost harder to do so, when his feelings seemed to be in such disarray over the types of fish he caught. He claimed to have luck that was deep within a pit, "Again, it might not be about luck Charlie, I'm pretty sure you have better luck than I do," she said doing her best to comfort the man.
Ah, but he was already pretty far down the proverbial pit. Now he was making the claim that he'd be a bad fish owner as well. He claimed because of this she could keep it, and he went about making it possible for that little fish to live for the duration they were outside together. "Aww, I can have it? For real?!" she seemed to be very excited. Oh, maybe she'd make a pond for it. Something cute, at the bottom of a river or waterfall or something. She wasn't sure what kind of water feature she'd be going for just yet. Wait, he'd mentioned something strange, "What sort of festival, and what is a plushie?" she asked this bit of conversation was a bit strange. But given her context clues she assumed that plushies were some sort of gift. Eventually, that derpy fish on the end of her line, seemed to be swimming a bit faster, in some sort of panic and she was unsure why, but still held onto her rod just the same.