Mary Scott came back, looked at the ice hole as big as a fist on their side, then glanced at Adam Piers' basin-sized ice hole, and immediately felt like retreating into her shell.
To make matters worse, Duke Blue shot her an apologetic look. "Sorry, Mary. It's my fault for not being strong enough. I'll keep chiseling."
After saying that, Duke Blue picked up the ice chisel and exerted effort again, putting on a show for the camera in a way that was... well, frankly, angelic bitch-level behavior.
Mary Scott felt utterly disgusted and picked up another ice chisel to join in. Another ten minutes passed, and even James Jerome's team broke into cheers—it seemed they had caught a fish.
But their hole was still only fist-sized, which was slightly easier due to the way the opening had been chiseled, but that was the extent of it—they couldn't compare to the other two teams. Yet Mary Scott put down her chisel and looked at Duke Blue. "This size is fine. Let's start fishing."
