Cricket is an interesting girl, and she clears up quickly that she wouldn't eat Mac's guts - not without his permission anyways! He grins. He can be sharp when he needs to be, but that's an awful rarity. Most of the time, he didn't really utilize whatever braincells he still possessed over his young life. Some would say that's a shame - but he didn't really care. He continued to try and weave a small net the best he could; without dexterous paws, it was a roughly braided net, but would be effective enough to catch some poor creature in the waters. She seems impressed at how much he says he can catch - she even slips beneath his legs to watch his handiwork. Mac doesn't mind in the least - now his chest won't get soaked as he works! Once he finishes the roughly-hewn net, he gently reaches forward into the hallows of the creek, letting Cricket watch from beneath him as he attaches part of a net to a heavy stone. It was his idea that some small fishes and maybe even a little crayfish will get trapped in the net. He beams widely, glancing down at the girl the best he can. "And now we wait! Soon we'll have like, a bunch of fishes to eat!"
