line drive

"Nibble," muttered Fiora, drawing circles with the disappearing midpoint of her line.

"What's that?"

Rex's voice was multilayered, some low and some high. It was anyone's guess where a sentence would start, then end, and Rex was top-bidding contestant.

You didn't have to talk during fishing, though.

No, you let the bait do the talking.

Not a word.

"Nibble nibble," said Fiora again, apparently conjuring manifestation. They were little circles, like the roll of a wrist. Fiora did those too.

At Rex's continued confusion, she said it one more time, then pinched two fingers and nipped him in the side.