He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head. "A tragedy," he agreed. "We need a counter revolution for the industrial revolution."
"No way," he said, "same here. Totally landlocked. And traditional. But, you know. It was home." He shrugged. "I'll put it on my list of things to try. I hear it makes good soup." He rubbed his hands together, taking in the warmth of the fire, not that he really needed to warm up either, being undead and all, but he could appreciate the warmth nonetheless. "That was impressive, by the way. The whole diving down and coming back up with a whole shark. For someone from a landlocked country, you've clearly picked up some fishing skills."