Maurice managed to hide his wince pretty well when their hands made contact. He didn't burst into flames or anything. So that's good. Once he was upright, he pried the chair's frame off his butt and frowned down at it. It had been such a good chair back in the day too.

"Yeeeah, we're just gonna have to go without chairs. It's okay, we're rugged like that." He crouched down and started going through is bag. He pulled out the tackle box and the small lunchbox he'd packed and paused once he found the little tub of bait. His hands were black. For a single terrifying moment he thought he really had been burned and that the burn was so severe that he didn't even feel it. But after he rubbed them together and managed to smudge the soot he deflated in relief.

This would take some getting used to.

"I'll bait you up. You pick a spot because like hell am I lettin' you scare off my fish."