"I do fish by magic! Do you wanna see me fish by magic? It's actually not much to look at, just me with a net on a pole scooping mysteriously dying fish out of the water."
He fetches his net on a pole, and a basket to contain the assassinated fish; he dons appropriate footwear; he leads her out to a part of his property that adjoins the river.
"Enough to feed everybody," he says. "I'd rather have leftovers than insufficient trouts, but it's not like I need to stock up, I can come back here and get more anytime I want."
"So, when we breathe we're getting something from the air, and when fish breathe they're getting something from the water. But it's the same something, and where it ends up is the blood. I just... pull it all back out of them, and they basically drown."
He scoops a sixth mysteriously dying trout into the basket, eyes it, decides it is a little small, and turns his attention back to the water to await a seventh.
"Yeah. Turns out I don't actually need to breathe when I'm underwater," he says. "I don't even do it like a fish, I just pull the whatever-it-is straight into my blood through my skin."
"Okay, so, that's good, but you were trying to drown yourself, like, choking dying drown, before you found that out?" Patience asks, getting up to follow him.
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"What kinda seafood are you going to make?"
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He fetches his net on a pole, and a basket to contain the assassinated fish; he dons appropriate footwear; he leads her out to a part of his property that adjoins the river.
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...scoops a mysteriously dying trout into the basket.
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"I wonder if I can get all the bones out. Probably not as neatly as Ekador, but I bet I could peel the meat off them."
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He scoops another mysteriously dying trout.
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Mysteriously dying trout! Mysteriously dying trout! More mysteriously dying trout!
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He scoops a sixth mysteriously dying trout into the basket, eyes it, decides it is a little small, and turns his attention back to the water to await a seventh.
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He gets up, collecting the basket along the way.
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