Lucas had no need for the bones, so he was quite happy to let Eric have them. They were too crunchy, too much work. He was always impatient when he was eating, and he didn't want to stop and crack open bones. He laughed at the eyeball speared on Eric's nail, and leaned forward, pulling it off with his teeth. It made a satisfying squish when he bit into it.
He nodded. "Fish is pretty good," he agreed. "Though I'm usually the opposite. Depends on the day, I guess." He shrugged, backing up slightly so Eric could better get at the neck.
A smirk appeared on his own face. "That they do," he replied. "And what you've got would bring anyone running. Not surprised it works so well."