Luna and her dad

A loud splash is heard, followed by a gasp for air.

Herbert [surprised] : Oh, fancy seeing you here!

Luna: How are thing going?

Herbert [confused] same as always, dear: I swim around like a mad-elf in the hopes that a fish will empale itself on the end of my spear. Most don’t, some do.

Luna: [somewhat excitedly] I’ve been thinking: is that really the best way of going about it?

Herbert cares? It worked well enough for the last 40 years, so I don’t see why we’d change things now?

Luna: And for 20 of those, we’ve been eating the same meal.

Herbet I’m a fisherman. We eat fish. We eat salmon, trout, bream, mackerel, cod, bass, eel, haddock,… pollack, halibut, perch, prawn, tuna, and anchovies.... What more could you possibly want?

silence broken up with gentle sloshing

Luna: Have you considered using a net?

Herbert gave you this idea?

Luna: Wilda.

Herbert: What? Since when do you two actually talk to each other?

Luna: Last week - She got laid off work, so we have a lot more time to chat now.

Herbert : Right. So she’s shifted to optimising my productivity, instead.

Luna [following a quick sigh] : If you catch more, we can sell the excess. We’ll afford better food and nicer clothes -we might even move out of this wooden hut!

Herbert: Why should we move?

Luna:[exasperated] Look at it…!

Herbert young lady, one day you’ll realise that the old ways are best. What I do may not be efficient or profitable, but it’s how we’ve always done it.

Luna: [frustrated] so?

Herbert: [frustrated] so why change? We’ve been perfectly fine with things until now!

Luna: And for all that time, they’ve had to use invisibility potions, just like you. I barely see you at all – is that ‘fine’?

Herbert: Well no, but…

Luna do you think the old ways come from?