Ryu was in his hut, which wasn’t too far away from everyone else. He could hear the group socializing and eating. Ryu laid the yellow fish on top of a leaf and stared at it. He sighed, unsure of how to prepare it. Cooking was definitely not Ryu’s strong suit. After a few minutes of deliberation, he walked over to the group. “Can anyone help me cook this?” He asked, laughing. He blushed a little; he hated asking people for help. “I feel like I’d fuck it up, and this looks like a special fish. You guys can have some when it’s done.”