The third blonde looked the game warden straight in the eye and said, “And besides, officer, since we’re not catching anything, we’re not even good at pretending to fish.” For a moment, the riverbank fell silent. The warden’s authority met their ridiculous logic in midair, and he realized there was nothing in his rulebook for this kind of stubborn innocence.

He studied their lines, saw the magnets glinting beneath the surface, and exhaled in reluctant defeat. The women weren’t breaking the law, just bending the world to fit their own strange sense of reason. With a shake of his head and the shadow of a smile he couldn’t fully suppress, he told them to carry on. As he walked away, their laughter drifted over the water, light and unbothered, like they’d just outsmarted the entire system without even trying.