"What do I want? A lottery win, chicken pasta florentine and a spa day," Sarah answered Bamf's question like a champion smart ass, "but the Pollock is fine. I don't like fish."

The fact that Pollock was just as much fish as the others escaped Sarah. Pollock was a white fish, named so for the meat of its flesh and was used to simulate, with the addition of artificial flavouring, various shellfish. All she knew was it tasted like crab and had a very different taste and consistency.

The plant girl arrived around the same time, traipsing about with her shirt hiked up to show off her tattoos. Sarah didn't understand why people got the bloody things. She'd had one started, it was meant to be a vine of roses around her ankle but the moment the needle hit her skin she'd flinched away. This girl had an entire sleeve! Oh wait... she was saying something, asking if they wanted tea.

"Well, I could make green tea," Sarah offered, "it'd go better with the sushi, provided any of us get any before Magnus here wolfs them down. I think I can manage boiling water without killing anyone."