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"I know what you mean." Drake said with a nod, picking up the knife and spinning it on his finger a couple times to get a feel for it. "I end up cooking quite a bit. James is usually around to lend a hand though. He knows what he is doing." Slowly, Drake began the delicate process of removing scales from the cold fish. If one went to fast, then they would mess up and possibly miss some scales or loose some of the flesh. But if one went to slow, not only would it be time consuming, there was a high possiblility that one wouldn't get up the momentum to pull the scales off efficiently. Drake considered himself an expert on scaling and gutting fish, if he didn't say so himself.

"You don't have to apologize, anyway. I'd just feel awkward if I were standing here watching you cook. Thats mostly what I do with James. Time for me to be useful, eh?"

Drake found himself grinning. Ah, lighter spirits. Looks like Deget could manage to drop him down eight or nine rungs then help him climb all the way back up. My, what a confusing young lady.