"Honestly? I've watched The Price is Right probably twice in my entire life, I'm just going off of cultural osmosis, I have no idea what it is," Edwin snorted. He tried to brush Oliver off him, not wanting to be the reason Oliver got soaked despite having just wiped his hands on him. "We should have brought towels," he thought out loud.
He shared a wince with Oliver when the fish was finished off, but took his spear back, ready to give it another go. He expected that this wouldn't be the last time that they'd have to kill off a fish like this. Was it wrong to hope that Oliver didn't mind doing it? "Thank you, baby," he said quietly, rubbing a hand over Oliver's back before turning to head back to the water. "I think we can try that," he agreed, though he didn't know exactly how it'd turn out, "but if we do, I'm lowing my guess."
Marco seemed pretty oblivious to everything that was going on once the splashing had stopped, but he frowned a little at what Oliver had brought up. "They'll suffocate if we don't change the water?" he asked, looking over at the cooler.