Of course Ethan knew poles were easier, but they didn't have one now did they? There was no one to blame for that oversight other than himself however as he really ought to have thought to grab one for them. Ah well, he'd gone fishing without a rod before and gotten a decent haul, so no worries! Rolling up his sleeves he began skimming the water for any fish, barely able to see with the sun setting overhead. He wasn't even sure there were fish here come to think of it, which if there were none then they'd have to seriously reconsider their meal. Maybe some edible plants? He knew of a few that tended to grow along rivers, and if they really needed to they could break into some of their provisions from the shop. "Should really save that stuff for an emergency though..." Ethan told himself, frowning as he pulled a log over and spotted a fish flee from him, grasping at it fitfully and coming up empty handed. Letting out a sigh he glanced back to the shore to check on the tent, smiling amused seeing the group was still sorting it out. "At least I'm not the only one having problems."

"No reason to be upset Amuné, I'm sure we can make Ethan do it when he's through playing in the water," Nymira interjected, figuring to just leave it up to that knucklehead. Though if he was really half the moron she thought he was and yet managed to set up a tent, what did that make them? Frowning at the notion of being lesser than him she shook her head, looking across at the wagon at Amuné's idea. "Use the wagon...? I suppose that could work, though wouldn't that be difficult? How would we make it stay upright?" There was probably some painfully obvious solution to this dilemma and they were simply not seeing it, whether through lack of expertise or pure ignorance. The fact that Nymira found herself relying on a Machina for something like this was embarrassing, yet neither herself or the Ydran girl could solve it.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I know how to do everything. It's unfair to assume that just because of my age," Nymira shot back, frowning as she placed a hand on her hip, "I've never had to make one either, I had people who knew how to for me. There must be something in your programming though?" That was how Machina worked right? She didn't know the particulars, but just from listening to Norman talk she understood they could be given certain abilities when made, and Cecil seemed like he had all kinds of abilities. Watching the Machina toy with the parts for a moment she was ready to give it up for a loss, beginning to consider how they might make Amuné's idea with the wagon work. "How should I know Cecil? I've never had to..." Nymira began to say, looking back to assess how the Machina had gotten along. "Make... One..." He'd actually done it, that was a tent if she'd ever seen one. Large too, it hadn't seemed quite so big when it was in pieces all over the sand. Blinking in surprise she walked over and shook the structure lightly to test it, amazed that it was sturdy and holding itself upright. "Ralthor be praised, you actually did it!" the Dimuran said in shock, looking over at Cecil with a smile, "I take it back, you did very well! Seems you're much more capable than I thought!"