"Trophies?" There is an underlying note of puzzlement in her voice. "No, these are for eating. Freshwater mild white fish, gently simmered whole with ginger and scallions and soy."

It is becoming clear that this has nothing whatsoever to do with the festival.

"I will help prepare the catch, naturally. Would you show me the way?"

A pair of gloves, a fish scaler, and a rubber apron have appeared in her other hand. ...It is also becoming clear that this person is inviting herself into the establishment without the slightest thought of asking permission. Still, there is a warmth and charm about her despite her presumptuousness.