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At his insistence, Doe looked down at the two fish and immediately decided upon the red one. She liked birght colors, and this fish was much more interesting to look at than the sculpin, despite the latter's abundance of frilly fins and intricate markings. She cared little for such things, prefering the bright and gaudy to subtle and delicate.

So she chose the snapper, and was pleasantly surprised to feel slime against her tongue as she held the creature between her paws and attempted to open it. Strange plates - not pleasant - barred her access to the meat within, and Doe went about stripping off its skin before she ate. Slimy or not, she decided that scales were not good for eating. Perhaps dried, and kept for the shimmer....

Once skinned, the fish went down in three enthusiastic snaps - the strange, spiny bones were also unpleasant, but she refrained from pulling a face as she worked one out of her mouth with her tongue, letting it dripple with her spit onto the sand. I still prefer land food, she decided, not quite pleased with the revelation. Nevertheless, she was pleased with Szymon's offerings, and doubly pleased with Szymon himself. Seeing his inviting pose, she insinuated herself into his personal space and licked a scarred, white cheek with her fishy tongue.

"In my homeland, we would gather the beaks of black birds and throw them at the feet of our chosen lover - and if they chose you back, they would destroy them," she said, conversationally. "But this will do." She stretched out her neck to scoop up one of the eggs - enjoying, distantly, the warm, grainy sand that came with it - and then craned her head to gently tap the side of the egg to his muzzle, biting down at the same time. Bits of shell, yoke, and partially-formed bird spattered over them both - but mostly on him.

Doe grinned wolflishly at the sight.

Admittedly contrived from this episode of The Office