The fish was a pleasant surprise—it had been prepared perfectly, and all the small bones had been removed.  There was the slightest hint of lemon and spices, but they only enhanced the flavor gently, leaving the rest to come through on its own.  It took him a moment to place the flavor, but it reminded him of bluegill.  This was something he wouldn’t mind having for every lunch, and he began wondering if they might have an equivalent species to trout, or maybe even salmon.  If the hospital cafeteria was like mundane Earth hospitals, the food was probably all low-fat.  Once he got out, though, he could try and find some nice breaded, deep-fried fish.