Summary: Mac gets a fish. Jack gets a laugh. They both get a meal. Takes place pre-canon on a mission somewhere.

a/n: working on a longer fic rn and needed to post something, so. you guys are getting this. also, dialogue only fics are actually fun?

also, a huge thank you to everyone who leaves reviews on my stories. they really motivate me to keep writing.

"Jack, I'm telling you, there's no way this can go wrong."

"I don't know, man. Something about you balancing on that rock and holding a homemade net of twigs makes me nervous."

"Okay, first of all, it's made from vines, not twigs, and I know you know that because you helped me find them. Secondly, it'll be fine. Quit being such a worrywart. And stop talking, you'll scare off all the fish."

"Fine, man. I'll just be sitting over here waiting for you to fall in."

"Whatever."

"...Don't say a word."

"Nice fish you got there."

"Yeah, it is pretty big, isn't it?"

"Would've been nicer if you didn't have to go and jump into the water after it."

"Jack!"

"Hey, I call it like I see it. Also, aren't we supposed to check in with Thornton in five minutes?"

"..."

"Better have your excuse prepared, buddy."

"At least I'm doing something. I got us dinner! What have you been doing?"

"Well, from the looks of it, I'm fishing you out of rivers."

"Was that a pun?"

"What do you think?"

"...I'm going to go clean the fish."

"Sounds good. See you in... three minutes."

"Shut up, Jack."