Stavanger Bay impossible germany, unlikely japan

uh.. was it snapper? murgash looked at the lump of flesh anxiously, a long rope of drool billowing from his mouth in a comically slow descent. he looked back up to doe abruptly, the string of drool jerking in tandem. "YES!" he declared boldly, though his outward confidence was a guise. he had no idea if it was snapper. he didn't even know what a snapper was.

but it was red, and a fish.. so.. "well, oi thinks it is. is it?" he hoped yes; not because he had done a kind gesture, but because as of late he had been a little too libertine with the cache and by the time doe would leave the den and possibly notice, maybe this 'peace offering' would mellow any rage aimed his way. time would tell, anyway.