An elegant woman holds up, somewhat jarringly in contrast with both her surroundings and her appearance, a bucket of very dead fish. She is all smiles as she shows off her catch proudly.

"Fins."

Wrong competition. ...Wrong city. And wrong place to bring dead fish.

"May I speak to the chef of this establishment? I understand it is meal time, and I do not wish to disturb the preparations. But to see these lives go to waste is to sow ill fortune, and I cannot consume these on my own."