[ He wasn't going to opt for fish purely in the event it distressed Fish, so it's good to know they're not going to faint if he bites into a prawn. The scents hit him like a brick wall and he licks his lips, the growl of his gut suddenly reminding him he hasn't had a solid meal in almost two days. ]

Whatever you think is best, you've been here longer. I can eat almost anything. [ Thanks to his orcish metabolism which breaks down a lot, even bone. His smile is grateful, warming the corners of his eyes. ] I'll follow the lead of my gracious host.