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>"I can't think of the last time we went fishing"
>Rudy laughs with barely a cough, he's says he's been doing better
>But Noel's not sure he quite believes him
>"Well, weather's nice, so why not. Shame Asgore sold his boat, we could have had a competition. Fruits versus coots"
>"Dad"
>"Coffin Dodgers versus Soap Droppers"
>"Dad"
>"Hold on, one more"
>Noel raises a brow but smiles and gives him the go ahead
>"Fags versus dads"
>He feigns offense and lightly punches his dad
>"That one doesn't even rhyme"
>It only makes Rudy laugh more
>"Yeah that was a bit forced, but give me some credit for the first two"
>He taps his chin
>"The second one was good, solid 4/5, that's all you get"
>A win in Rudy's book it seems
>"Well since I got such an accolade, you can load up the boat"
>Noel complies, not because he won, but because he doesn't want his dad overexerting himself