Nacho watches the steps intently, genuinely intrigued and interested. He's never felt the need to go fishing before. It's not like there's a ton of opportunities for it in New Mexico, and anyway, even if there were, he's always associated it with old people. The man he's sitting beside does little to dissuade this notion, but it doesn't matter, because Nacho has always enjoyed watching someone do something simple with care and attention.

"May I?" he asks, holding out his hands, to try it for himself.

When asked what kind of story he wants to hear about, Nacho takes a deep breath. "Witches," he says. Quickly, he adds, "Doesn't have to be true. It could just be a scary story."