[ He regards him unhappily with narrowed eyes before surrendering to hunger pangs and the futility of trying to spear his own lunch, now. Not with certain fishtrolls afoot.
He steps off into the water and wades to shore. He's within spitting distance when he skewers the fish right out of Eridan's hand, only just avoiding taking a finger or two with it. ]
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He steps off into the water and wades to shore. He's within spitting distance when he skewers the fish right out of Eridan's hand, only just avoiding taking a finger or two with it. ]
I can cook it myself.