"Mornin'." Jasper greeted Cross, even though she didn't know who he was, with a fish on a stick that, while still struggling weakly, she managed to keep from dropping. Once it finished doing that, she held it up to Kenneth to deal with. He was, after all, the one with the knife. As soon as he took that, though, she promptly speared an unfish that was creeping up behind Cross that she didn't think he'd noticed. "Don't suppose either of you has salt to preserve the fish, 'cause everything's a bit wet to try to smoke them."