“Jean, I’ve caught coral reef fish. I don’t know if you like them. It must have been very long since you’ve had them.”

Bluepool brought a shell that had fish on it to her. The fish was a dark gray and white striped one. Irina took a few looks at it curiously and then said, “Call me Irina.”

“You’ve changed your name?” Bluepool felt a little upset, but this emotion was quickly suppressed.

The organs had already been removed, and Bluepool made a few slits on the fish with his nail, cutting them into slices as thin as paper, then handing them to her, “Give it a taste.”

Irina pushed...