"I didn't see that one," Oliver replied thoughtfully, turning to smirk at Edwin, giving him an appreciate once-over as he did his thing with the spear, then turned his gaze back to Marco. "They'd be pretty dang soggy, bug."
He headed back to his pole, scoping the riverbank again for a good place to cast off as he continued. "So, if you win, what's your food gonna be? I'm hopin' by a serving they mean somethin' reasonable. I'd like to get a big ol' dish of real good qabili palaw. Or some mantu. Maybe both..." He grunted with pleasure at the mental image, then realized he was getting distracted. "Damn, better stop coutin' my fish before they're caught."