It's not about pickiness. How do I put it... It's just about serving average fish to a master angler. It should be fresh out of the water, then grilled. Obviously I'm gonna' have something to say about it if they make it weird.

[ He scrapes at the parmesan-coating on the fish with his fork idly, feeling the weight of the silence between them. He should probably say something else, something that isn't this poor deflection. It's not like he wants to walk his words back, but it's weird that Markus hadn't responded to it directly, right? ]

... do you want this?