A moment, then. ...I'll try to cast the line just past you, so as not to injure you or your... raft.

[It's a p e n i s.

Lunafreya breathes in and out to steady herself. She's not much of a fisherman yet. But this boy is counting on her, so she raises the rod and casts--whzzzzzzz plop!--just past him, but a little to the side. Drat, so close.]

My apologies; is that near enough that you might reach?