She'll forget. It's okay.

#1. raw, as god intended. crack that puppy up and boom, you're golden, just like that yolk

Sigh. He'll begin to fillet, them, cleanly. Intense focus. The eye of a chef. The brutality of a butcher.
The precision of a killer.

"I'll save the bones for stock. So next time you don't cause the river to flow through the front of house."

"You're insufferable. Fine."

"... You realize restaurants don't just manifest food, right? Fishing happens at dawn, and we get our fish fresh. At dawn.

We don't control the sizes, hon. Just the product and what we do with it. You're lucky enough as it is getting free food."

"That's because you ate it twice as fast. Seriously, are they not feeding you? If they ain't, they should be the ones footin' the bill, not me.

We don't get more 'til morn', anyway. So suck it up."

As long as they're not on his skin. Pat, pat.
Then seamlessly continues closing.

smacks her with raw fish.