[The slightly surreal cast to all of this is probably because Myr just woke up, and not because Van's being strangely agreeable when Myr'd been certain his note was a fruitless gesture.]

You can't? What'n the hell do they even do with the guts, then, leave them out to rot? [Not that...that's not how fish sauce is made, but there's edible rotting and then there's waste.]

...Thursday's fine. One request, though.