[The fish isn't horrible-tasting or fake or anything, so far, so he keeps munching right down the fish's body until there's nothing left but a head-- which he also pops into his mouth and crunches contentedly. He's not actually making too much of a mess, almost daintily keeping blood from getting on his clothes, and using a too-long tongue to keep his face neat. His hand is gonna need a washin', though.

He stands on the shore while the other two climb aboard, holding the prow of the little boat with the non-bloody hand.]

I can hold it here so it doesn't drift off, if you want. Or else I can just shift big and haul it back to shore if it does, I suppose. It's almost small enough that I could pick up the whole thing.

[No, it's not, Stone.]