[ Amos blinks, a little taken aback by the idea of Hime asking about him, as though it would ever be a question worth asking, as though they're the kind of people who could ever have anything in common. She's open, friendly, enthusiastic, a hero; he's... none of those things.

He takes it in stride, though. He's been around long enough to know better than to question why someone like her would ever associate with someone like him. Just be grateful for her company. Really, really, unspeakably grateful.

And though he's nowhere as excited as she is, her mood does perk him up a little. Relaxes him some. Not like he's not used to a monotonous existence but, damn, does being around Himeka make life that little bit better. ]

Nothing today; I was just getting started. [ And with that, he crouches down and uses a broad hand to overturn a decently-sized rock, unveiling the wriggling worms and scattered bugs underneath. Looks back up at Himeka, a sort of earnestness to his expression. ] I usually just use whatever I find along here. Figure it's a part of their ecosystem already, so it's what the fish would like, right?

[ Not like he knows any better — it's all just been dumb luck with a side of intuition so far, and as long as it keeps him fed, he's not gonna question it. ]