Lance shot him a sidelong look. "'Not a lot?' Did your appetite fade since I last saw you? If I recall, you needed a lot of energy to burn."

Then he shrugged. "Four fish, then, and you can have the smallest. It's not like I don't have some garbage guts' around to take care of the leftovers." The last was pitched just loud enough for Dragonite to hear, and hear she did, snorting disdainfully.