[b]"What do I want? A lottery win, chicken pasta florentine and a spa day, but the Pollock is fine. I don't like fish." [/b]
"Bet your birthdate or ask Xavier, I bet that's how he keeps the lights on. Put a bid in for kitchen duty and make some for everyone. Why not set the Danger room for a spa day instead of high seas?"

He started to chuckle at her Fish faux pas but it reminded him of a joke.

"John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood. On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper. 
This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn't take it anymore. They decided to try and convert John to Catholicism. 
They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic. They took him to Church, and the 
Priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic." The men were so relieved--now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved. 
The next year's Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighborhood was setting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill. The neighborhood men could not believe their noses! 
They called each other up and decided to meet over in John's yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent? The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying, "You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."

All the while he is telling the story, his hands are nearly a blur of blue. Years of making sushi would leave most of this to muscle memory while adding his superhuman dexterity to let the knife dance over his fingers as he worked over the cuts of fruit, vegetable and flesh of sea life while setting prepping rolling then making one tube into a dozen slivers before plated to the side. Since Sarah said she didn't care for fish, he did a vegan California roll with avocado, tofu to replace the crab, cucumber and bean sprout caps to replace the roe. He put the sprout shafts to use elsewhere as he worked his way across eel, octopus and that delightful tuna begging to be made into art with green flyingfish roe rolled in toasted sesame. 

[i]"Sleeping it off, huh? I hope they sleep alright," [/i]

Now it was his turn to singsong a bit. "o/" Their blankets hand-knitted, with pure Angora wool... o/" Their nappies are dry, and tummies are full... o/" Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull..." As he set up the plates of food to a single platter they could all take from with a pair of serving chopsticks for keeping their fingers clean. 

[b]"Well, I could make green tea, 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."[/b]
[i]"That sounds quite lovely, both of you. I'll get the nice cups then, we'll be so fancy," [/i]

At the mention of him wolfing them down, he takes a moment to lick his blade needlessly and set the slice that was going to go onto the last piece directly into his mouth before he started to clean up his station.

"I don't think we need to go all 'Sabi-Wabi', so don't get too worked up on it. But yeah, its nice to wind down like this after any trip."