There's a snort in response to Midnighter's admonition. "You knew the plan. Didn't think I'd have to lay it out for you in a paint by numbers."
And now comes the second part of the plan and admittedly more difficult. John has never scaled, cleaned, or butchered a fish, which is made immediately apparent. The boiling has nullified the numbing properties of the skin, a hollow victory as John kneels beside the creature and hacks away with his knife. He's seen what fish look like in the packaging and in the restaurants, but uh, this is not it. Meat from the half cooked fish parts from its body in mismatched, uneven chunks.
When he thinks he's made enough "fillets," John drops them directly back on to the carcass and reignites the flame over his hand, using the body of the moon mist as a cooking surface.
"This smells as terrible as you look. A gallant man such as yourself should probably have the first bite."
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And now comes the second part of the plan and admittedly more difficult. John has never scaled, cleaned, or butchered a fish, which is made immediately apparent. The boiling has nullified the numbing properties of the skin, a hollow victory as John kneels beside the creature and hacks away with his knife. He's seen what fish look like in the packaging and in the restaurants, but uh, this is not it. Meat from the half cooked fish parts from its body in mismatched, uneven chunks.
When he thinks he's made enough "fillets," John drops them directly back on to the carcass and reignites the flame over his hand, using the body of the moon mist as a cooking surface.
"This smells as terrible as you look. A gallant man such as yourself should probably have the first bite."