Kit smiled at Spirit, offering the stallion a small c'est-la-vie shrug. "I can understand where you're coming from.... And I will admit, that I often prefer to fish for myself, although it isn't often I have the opportunity." Although the opportunity wasn't present, it seemed the fish would arrive soon---what with the waitress gradually approaching again, pausing at tables in her path to drop off drinks and collect empty glasses.

That waitress reached the party before long, passing a plate to Kit and being thanked in turn before smiling at the others. The moment was brief, "Your orders will be out shortly," being the only thing said before she faded back into the bustle.

Kit smiled, himself, both because he was polite and pleased---the plate held exactly what he'd asked for; two fish, their heads and tails off, but otherwise intact.