Charlie made sure to get the fish, since everyone was going to be around the fire, he’d at least see how much of the first was –not- going to be sushi when they ate it. “Managed to catch one a man on these, gentleman, so eat well!”. He’d already assembled them on sticks, and was about to work on passing them out when Desmond’s leaf skirt flew off in the breeze just like he expected. Nonplussed, he looked at the guy’s equipment, then at him, and then to the other two “Well…now we’ve got ourselves a party”<br/><br/>As he was passing the first around, he gave a chuckle at leaving Desmond last “Now, try not to burn that thing along with the fish, Dez.” Charlie was all-fucking-right with the whole scenario. He’d even make sure Desmond gave him tips on the leaf skirt later, when things died down some. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it. Sitting at the fire, he made sure to turn his stick every so often to try and get an even cook out of it…well…as even as he could manage. He’s actually gotten pretty good at it, but the wind was being a stone bitch.<br/>