"Maybe? I don't really know, it doesn't seem extremely familiar or anything." Hershel answered, meaning he probably camped with Randall on stupid adventures a few times and any attempts at fishing probably ended with the shitlord making them both trip into the water when he waved a fish in Hershel's face. That's a legitimate experience, right.

He made a face at the gutting but didn't move away or anything, he was going to help, damnit. He moved to open the fish now that it was cut, making the same face as he scraped the guts out the best he could with the knife.

"I think that's all." Gross. He glanced at Heiji, amused. "Why, do you want caviar? That's rather high brow."