"Ah, there we go." Quincy muttered in confidence, standing to his feet. Working his way around Alejandra's ravenous mauling, he managed to slice a piece out for himself, this slab of fillet from just under the dorsal fin. "Ugh, lookit all this blubber..." He examined the large piece of meat. Quite fatty, but most of it could be carved off without too much sacrifice. 

"Didja really have to go and pick out the fattest one, Allie?" It was understandable, at least. A growing Sea Drake could use all the food it could get, especially considering all the miles that would undoubtedly be traversed later on in the day. It was safe to assume this wouldn't even be the last serving of seafood she'd consume before their departure. Once she started digging into the organs, Quincy thought it best to head back to the camp site. 

"You get your fill, girl. I'm gonna go throw this on the coals." He mentioned, leaving her to her breakfast before heading back up the hilly terrain. He was sure to pick off some long branches off passing trees on the way up, something to help him tend to his selection while it cooked. He had a brief thought of finding some eggs to compliment the meat, but quickly decided against it. 

[i]"Didn't see anyone bring a frying pan, so that's a no go..."[/i] Back at the camp, the scene had barely changed. Oberon and his Black Knight were active, and were eating along with the rest of them. Seemed like everyone was eager to get the day underway, which was understandable, as Quincy was eager to do the same. He placed the dolphin meat in the hot ash and coals before sitting back in the grass.