Fortunately for Juliet, he was playful but dense. He couldn't tell if she was thinking about him, the weather, or what he had told her. Still, he carried on with a wave of his large hand as the other held fast to the makeshift bag.
"Yes. Fish are fast, but predictable. They scatter and regroup, safe in numbers, but hunting individually doesn't matter to that." He waved a hand back at the school already reforming out in the distance. "Want to eat one, now?"