A large, steamed fish sat in an iron basin, steam wafting up from it. The Fishmen gathered around, quietly enjoying the cooked food.
Unlike the firm, fresh texture of raw fish, the cooked meat was fall-apart tender, melting in their mouths. For the Fishmen, who were used to eating raw food, this was a new and enticing sensation.
One Fishman sat on the ground, carefully cupping a piece of cooked fish in both hands. He swallowed it in small bites, his eyes revealing his satisfaction.
A few nearby Fishmen conversed in low, gurgling tones. One of them suddenly lifted the half-eaten fish in its hands to its nose and sniffed. After a moment's hesitation, it quietly slipped the fish into a pouch at its side.
A hand suddenly clapped him on the shoulder. Lorne was standing behind him. "Ba Gu, the food is to be eaten here. You can't take it with you."
