"You follow Heather through the tall grass, walking quite close due to an instinctive fear of somehow getting lost. You're still unused to country life or the countryside in general so despite your awkwardness you stick to your loud, carefree cousin for guidance despite her often dick related antics. She walks whistling a tune, carrying a cooler under one of her strong arms and her rod along a big can of worms under the other. Soon after you arrive at the shore of a lake you have to admit is quite a nice view. Heather puts down the cooler and the worm can and waves an arm at the lake" Here we are cousin! My personal fishin' spot! Now we can kick back an' relax, fishin' or chattin' or... "she smirks" Dunno... somethin' else if you want.